Don't give me no cold pine box,
Don't dig me a hole,
Cause when I hear my savior talk
It strengthens my soul.
My heart is a-pumpin' fast,
Hot tears stream down my cheeks,
Through water and through the blood
The old man is in the creek.
Your treasure is where your heart is,
Your roots are at the stump.
Does your blood flow, or did you know
You have to prime your pump?
Don't give me no cold pine box,
Don't dig me a hole,
Cause when I hear my savior talk
It strengthens my soul.
The pain of death is loose from me,
Death has no toe-hold.
A pine box can't hold me down,
My ground can't get cold.
Don't give me no cold pine box,
Don't dig me a hole,
Cause when I hear my savior talk
It strengthens my soul.
-RCB
