I heard my grandma died and left me a piece of land A place to call my own, near the trees and sand
So many great memories were made there as a kid I'd like to be buried there like first dog named Sid
I woke up from a fever dream, thinking I was close Still seeing snow on the ground, hoping it was a ghost
Jumped into my Chevy and started the long trek, to my ancestral land near the Edisto river, also called the great neck
With my guitar in hand, I settled down under the willow tree To play a song about the times, growing up in this town and being wild and free
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
I met a girl while walking these streets We talked about the game cocks and how they got beat
We watched the stingrays score another goal She understood my dreams, and she could see into my soul
We married and raised kids on my families land, and started a family business as we also played in the sand
Couldn't be more happy, couldn't enjoy our life more Traveled all over the county to soak up its beauty on its shores
With my guitar in hand I settled down under the willow tree To play a song about the times, growing up in this town, and being wild and free
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
My heart bleeds My love leaves We all must go away Her body can now be laid to rest, she'll be at peace, so in Charleston I will stay
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
It's still my place, still see her face, in this beauty of this town Oh, oh I hope to be buried in Charleston when my time comes around
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I heard my grandma died and left me a piece of land A place to call my own, near the trees and sand
So many great memories were made there as a kid I'd like to be buried there like first dog named Sid
I woke up from a fever dream, thinking I was close Still seeing snow on the ground, hoping it was a ghost
Jumped into my Chevy and started the long trek, to my ancestral land near the Edisto river, also called the great neck
With my guitar in hand, I settled down under the willow tree To play a song about the times, growing up in this town and being wild and free
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
I met a girl while walking these streets We talked about the game cocks and how they got beat
We watched the stingrays score another goal She understood my dreams, and she could see into my soul
We married and raised kids on my families land, and started a family business as we also played in the sand
Couldn't be more happy, couldn't enjoy our life more Traveled all over the county to soak up its beauty on its shores
With my guitar in hand I settled down under the willow tree To play a song about the times, growing up in this town, and being wild and free
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
My heart bleeds My love leaves We all must go away Her body can now be laid to rest, she'll be at peace, so in Charleston I will stay
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
It's still my place, still see her face, in this beauty of this town Oh, oh I hope to be buried in Charleston when my time comes around
So many great memories were made there as a kid I'd like to be buried there like first dog named Sid
I woke up from a fever dream, thinking I was close Still seeing snow on the ground, hoping it was a ghost
Jumped into my Chevy and started the long trek, to my ancestral land near the Edisto river, also called the great neck
With my guitar in hand, I settled down under the willow tree To play a song about the times, growing up in this town and being wild and free
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
I met a girl while walking these streets We talked about the game cocks and how they got beat
We watched the stingrays score another goal She understood my dreams, and she could see into my soul
We married and raised kids on my families land, and started a family business as we also played in the sand
Couldn't be more happy, couldn't enjoy our life more Traveled all over the county to soak up its beauty on its shores
With my guitar in hand I settled down under the willow tree To play a song about the times, growing up in this town, and being wild and free
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
My heart bleeds My love leaves We all must go away Her body can now be laid to rest, she'll be at peace, so in Charleston I will stay
She said bury me in Charleston under the Spanish moss Keep me at least 15 feet from my old boss
Make sure my bones are laid to rest, near where the sun always shines On my family's land, near my favorite pine
It's still my place, still see her face, in this beauty of this town Oh, oh I hope to be buried in Charleston when my time comes around
Writer: AScott Gordon-Macey
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid