Terry D. Sutherland

WHEN I’M GONE

When I’m dead and my soul moves on
Lay my chest as a banquet spread
Have a sin eater gorge ‘til the feast is gone
Pay him well for the sins he’s fed

Let Satan have a scrap of bread
But keep my soul from the bastard, please
I don’t know if heaven’s my bed
But I know that hell won’t freeze

Give my boots to the mission store
Please don’t bury me with them on
My lucky hat that I always wore
Throw it in the river, just at dawn

Fill my pipe with Borkum Riff
Let the sin eater have that too
The pipe then is his to keep
I swear on my faded tattoo