Prop Me Up Beside The Jukebox (If I Die) - Jon Pardi

Well, I ain’t afraid of dyin', it’s the thought of being dead

I wanna go on being me once my eulogy’s been read

Don’t spread my ashes out to sea, don’t lay me down to rest

You can put my mind at ease if you fill my last request

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Just let my headstone be a neon sign

Just let it burn in memory of all of my good times

Fix me up with a mannequin, just rmember, I like blonds

I’ll be the life of the party, even when I’m dead and gone

So prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die, oh yeah

Just make your next selection, and while you’re still in line

You can pay your last respects one quarter at a time

So prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Lord, I wanna go to Heaven, but I don’t wanna go tonight

Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand

And prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

Oh, prop me up beside the jukebox if I die, yeah

Joe!