Underground - Washington

When I’m gone don’t bury me

I will not lie under this town

I will not lie where I can’t see

Please don’t put me underground

If the day is sunny, let my father say some words

If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories

Oh, my sister will bake a cake, and on it, she’ll write something funny

Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money

And as for all that is inside

You can give to medicine

As for all my bones and hide

Just find a fire to put them in

If the day is sunny, let my father say some words

If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories

Oh, my sister will bake a cake, and on it, she’ll write something funny

Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money

Though I may be relatively young

I hope, in the final moments, I hear every song I’ve ever sung, at once

When I’m gone, don’t weep and moan

Where I’m going is a pleasant stay

I’ll visit my grandfather’s home

And drink gin with Billie Holiday

If the day is sunny, let my father say some words

If the night is starry, let my mother tell you all her stories

Oh, my sister will bake a cake, and on it, she’ll write something funny

Go down to the city square and give the artists all my money

When I’m gone, don’t bury me

I will not lie under this dirty town

I will not lie where I can’t see

Please don’t put me underground

No, please don’t put me underground