D       G  Em (X4)

D
A lifetime of accomplishments of which the dirt knows none
G                     Em
Only in death can one truly return
D
Return the carrots, the apples and potatoes
    G                       Em
The chickens, the cows, the fish and tomatoes
D
In one glorious swoop, let the deed be done
    G                    Em       D
And bury me deep so that I can be one...

       G  Em

D      G  Em (X3)

D
And all around my muscle and all around my bone
G                      Em
Don't incinerate me or seal me from
    D
The dirt that borne me, the bed that which from
    G                       Em
The rain falls upon and the fruit comes from
        D
For the dirt is a blanket, no fiery tomb
   G                      Em
No punishment, reward, or pearly white room
    D                                       
And you who say that in death we will pay
    G                      Em
The dead they can't hear a word that you say
     D  
Your words are not kind, sober, or giving
     G                    Em
They only put fear in the hearts of the living
   D 
So put away your tongues and roll up your sleeves
G                       Em      D
Pick up that shovel and bury me deep
        G     Em
Bury me deep