Yeah, the finer things they never really fit me Ain't no sense in chasin' dollars that I can't take with me My favorite truck, two hundred thousand miles on it Yeah, when my day comes it's yours if you want it 'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings You know I've always been a man of simple means So it don't really matter where you lay my bones When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans ♪ Yeah, these four walls I know are just on loan My name's on the mailbox, but the bank still owns And I ain't tryin' to line my pockets in some gold rush town Yeah, 'cause all that gold would only weigh me down 'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings You know I've always been a man of simple means So it don't really matter where you lay my bones When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans All the kings buried with all their things Rubies and diamond rings Don't really mean anything, hey ♪ Bury me with my boots up A life well-lived is a life well-loved 'Cause I'll be on my way, ridin' on angel's wings You know I've always been a man of simple means So it don't really matter where you lay my bones When I'm headed home, bury me in blue jeans All the kings buried with all their things Rubies and diamond rings Don't really mean anything, no Oh-oh, yeah-yeah Bury me in blue jeans