John Wesley Harding - Burn текст песни

If I die tomorrow

Dont read too much into this song

Ill be as surprised as you are

I always get predictions wrong

If I die tomorrow

Break out and play my best guitars

Dont put this one in the hard rock cafe

In a case above the bar

Id like to take this chance to say good-bye

You want the answers, dont look in my eyes

Youre asking me my opinion

Well, baby, were all gonna burn

So light up and wait your turn in the fire

Im telling you my decision

Baby were all gonna burn

There will be no return

Cos baby were all gonna burn

If I die tomorrow

Theres one thing Id ask of you

A favour for your favourite friend

When his living days are through

Make sure its me up on the funeral pyre

Make sure the house bands playing light my fire

Youre asking me my opinion

Well, baby, were all gonna burn

So light up and wait your turn in the fire

Im telling you my decision

Baby were all gonna burn

There will be no return

Cos baby were all gonna burn