some i wrote

that day when it's all over

and they come to carry me

and you're wearin' black and walkin' slow

with the rest of the family

and the choir stands to sing a song

make sure it's one of mine

i had a few more tunes that

i wanted to write

but i ran out of time

some i wrote for money

some i wrote for fun

some i wrote and threw away

never sang to any one

some i wrote for mama a couple of them aren't through

i've lost track of all the rest

but the most i wrote for you

that day when it's all over

and you're settin' all alone

and they come to ask what you want

written on my stone

tell'em when i was born and died

the year and the day

if there's room for something else

here's what you can say

some he wrote for money

some he wrote for fun

some he wrote and threw away

never sang to any one

some he wrote for mama i've forgotten two or three

i've lost track of all the rest

but the most he wrote for me