Take a hit on me. Take a hit on me.
Smoke the grass that grows on my grave when I've been set free.
Just lay back and watch the sky.
Think of me while you're getting high.
When I'm gone I want all of my friends to take a hit on me.

In my time of dying, I don't want nobody to mourn.
Think of me as being free and not as dead and gone.
When you plant my body, plant a few of the seeds you've saved,
So that, when you visit, you can take a little hit
From the grass growing on my grave.

Chorus.

In my time of dying, I want everybody to sing.
Do a few of my favorite songs and make those mountains ring.
And as long as any remember come back every once in a while.
Harvest a little and pass it around,
And sing a few songs and smile.

Chorus.

Old barroom songs. Lost love's lament.
New cheatin hearts with the same old regrets.
Pull back on the handle, fill up my glass.
I'll drink to my memories with these teardrops on tap.
Oh the teardrops on tap, they don't help me forget,
But it hasn't been so long that I want to just yet.
Pull back on the handle, fill up my glass.
I'll drink to my memories with these teardrops on tap.

Old leaving songs with no one to blame.
We shared the good and the bad, all the glory and the shame.
I trust that she's drinking, though she's not drinking here,
But wherever she is she's got a glass full of tears.
Oh the teardrops on tap, they don't help me forget,
But it hasn't been so long that I want to just yet.
Pull back on the handle, fill up my glass.
I'll drink to my memories with these teardrops on tap.

(Recorded by Randy Rhodes. Made it to 81 on Cashbox Country chart.)

One draft, bartender, for the day that we met.
The look in her eyes, I will never forget.
Turn the jukebox up loud. Play Jones and Wynette,
Cause new broken hearts get the same old regrets.
I thought when we married, we'd never part.
Now I'm alone with a new broken heart.
Pull back on the handle. Fill up my glass.
I'll drink to my memories with these TEARDROPS ON TAP.

Draw another, bartender. Here's to dangerous games...
That both of us played, so we both share the blame.
I know that she's drinking, tho she's not drinking here,
But wherever she is, she's got a glass full of tears.
TEARDROPS ON TAP don't help me forget,
But it hasn't been so long that I want to, just yet.
Pull back on the handle. Fill up my glass.
I'll drink to my memories with these TEARDROPS ON TAP.
I'll drink to my memories with these TEARDROPS ON TAP.

The people that I meet, as I go rambling round,
Have often had me in their homes,
And the friends that I have made, as I go from town to town,
Sometimes wonder why I roam.

They ask me why I wander.
I ask them why they stay.
Cause the world is spinning,
And nobody's winning,
And what did you do today?

I've heard a lot of talk in the places I have been,
But none of it has seemed to mean a thing.
As I've left the talk kept on tho it sounded mighty thin,
And I hope I say more in the songs I sing.

They ask me why I wander....

The promises of politicians, rich men and their wives
Seldom live for more than half an hour.
I sometimes feel that it is best to let them live their lies,
And waste their lives in foolish games of power.

They ask me why I wander....

The roads are sometimes muddy and the roads are sometimes rough,
And the jobs are sometimes very hard to find.
But the singing's there for pleasure and the people there for love,
And the hunger is a pain that I don't mind.

They ask me why I wander....

My words begin to tumble and my mind begins to reel
And the sense of what I'm saying seems to slide.
So I will leave you here now with one more fond goodbye,
And walk the highway hoping for a ride.

....And what did you do today?

The golden fingered sun is now a-ris-ing.
The magic mist of morning melts away.
The highway calls me to the far ho-ri-zon.
The day is racing, I must not delay.

For tomorrow is a teacher and today a traveled road,
And the footsteps of the morning want my walking.
So I must leave you here, now, to go upon that road,
And you know there is no time left, now, for talking.

I'll miss you when today is but a memory,
But I've missed a girl most everyplace I've stayed.
I'll miss another when you have replaced me,
And a hundred more before I've gone to stay.

For tomorrow is a teacher and today a traveled road,
And the footsteps of the morning want my walking.
So I must leave you here, now, to go upon that road,
And you know there is no time left, now, for talking.

There are some things here I wish I were not leaving,
For I know that I never may return.
But you know that parting is no time for grieving.
The road's a classroom and I want to learn.

For tomorrow is a teacher and today a traveled road,
And the footsteps of the morning want my walking.
So I must leave you here, now, to go upon that road,
And you know there is no time left, now, for talking.

I'd like to have shared the snow that rode the branches
And the black dog standing knee deep in the snow,
And the silence underneath the sky that closed in like a womb,
But you're two thousand miles and such a long time ago.

I'd like to have shared this moving in a new house
And watching old logs crumble in the fire's glow
And the counter made of tile that's right beside the stove,
But you're two thousand miles and such a long time ago.

I'm sorry that we had to share the bad times.
I was so awfully hard to get along with, I know.
But then, it wasn't only me that had such lousy days,
But that's two thousand miles and such a long time ago.

I'd like to share the hope that things get better,
That time can heal most any kind of wound,
That maybe someday, if we can get ourselves together
It won't be two thousand miles, but just across the room.