P.S.B.

When I get old take me out to the country
And let me go crazy in the woods
Don't stick me in some old folks home
Cause that won't do me any good
When my time's nearing I won't be fearing
Cause I'm telling you now what to do
Chop me up and feed me to my dog
Dry my bones if you could
When I die, take me down to Virginia
And throw my bones into the James
Let 'em roll down past the rapids and flow out into the bay
And when I'm gone, don't be cryin'
Cause I'll always be here with you
And if you find another, our love will be stronger
Cause I'll come back and run that fucker through