Send My Body Home
By Randy Travis
[E]Well that judge he found me guilty of wrong doing
And he [A]sentenced me to hang in mid-[E]July
He [E]looked down at me and said your lifes a ruin[C#7]
[F#]If I were you I'd break right down and [B7]cry
But no[E]body seems to care that I ain't guilty
I [A]never did the things they said I've [E]done
But I [E]guess they're gonna have to hang some[C#7]body
And it's [F#]lookin like I'm [B7]gonna be the [E]one
Chorus:
So [A]send my body home on a [E]freight train
And don't [A]worry none that I don't go first [E]class
[A]Send my body home on a [E]freight train[C#7]
So [F#]everyone can see me when I [B7]pass
And don't [A]worry none about no fancy [E]funeral
Cause [A]it dont matter how they lay me [E]down
Just [A]see they bury me out by [E]mama's apple [C#7]tree
And [F#]send my body [B7]back to my home [E]town
Well, my mama was one damn hard workin woman
And she tried to raise us kids without a paw
The last thing that she said she was on her dying bed
Was son don't get in trouble with the law
Whenever my time comes to meet my maker
I'm going to try to do my very best
I'm going try to stand and take it like a man
When they ask if I have one request
Well Ill just say
Chorus
Just see they bury me out by mama's apple tree
And send my body back to my home town
By Randy Travis
[E]Well that judge he found me guilty of wrong doing
And he [A]sentenced me to hang in mid-[E]July
He [E]looked down at me and said your lifes a ruin[C#7]
[F#]If I were you I'd break right down and [B7]cry
But no[E]body seems to care that I ain't guilty
I [A]never did the things they said I've [E]done
But I [E]guess they're gonna have to hang some[C#7]body
And it's [F#]lookin like I'm [B7]gonna be the [E]one
Chorus:
So [A]send my body home on a [E]freight train
And don't [A]worry none that I don't go first [E]class
[A]Send my body home on a [E]freight train[C#7]
So [F#]everyone can see me when I [B7]pass
And don't [A]worry none about no fancy [E]funeral
Cause [A]it dont matter how they lay me [E]down
Just [A]see they bury me out by [E]mama's apple [C#7]tree
And [F#]send my body [B7]back to my home [E]town
Well, my mama was one damn hard workin woman
And she tried to raise us kids without a paw
The last thing that she said she was on her dying bed
Was son don't get in trouble with the law
Whenever my time comes to meet my maker
I'm going to try to do my very best
I'm going try to stand and take it like a man
When they ask if I have one request
Well Ill just say
Chorus
Just see they bury me out by mama's apple tree
And send my body back to my home town
