If I never reach my goal,
and just fall into a pile of bones, upon my trail,
would you consider carrying my skull,
just further up the road, someday?
You know, I always had a plan
I always knew that I had to go.
Though I never really figured how to get there,
but then again, how in hell does one know?
So I’m asking you, my friend,
would you do this great favour for me?
I need to get there, where I’m bound to be;
to break that ball and chain and set my soul free.
Would you climb them mountains
for my skull to rest on some height?
Put me somewhere high enough,
where I have the world right under my eyes.
Even though I’m gone and left my body for the dirt,
that’ve stained the last light parts of my favorite shirt -
it wouldn’t hurt, to sing my last blues with them ol’ ridges now.
So, put my skull upon a rock and leave me there to howl.
And, though I never really crossed that path,
even though I never really reached my goal;
If you only did me this last favour,
Lord knows, you would save my soul.