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

Chorus,

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