When I die won't you burry me
In the town where I was born
Most of my life I've been rambiling frre
When I die I want to come back home
Ever since I was a baby child
I knew I was born to roam
I had to climb to the top of the hill
Just to see what lies beyond
Now seasons change and I am still the same,
I don't belong to anyone
Still a piece of me will always be
Sitting in my homw town sun
In my time I have seen ten thousand sitting suns
And I made my bed where I lay my head
And it never hurt any one
It could be said some one like me
Ain't nothing but a prodical son
And just like that prodical boy I'm going
To finish off where I begun
