Beer Can Song (Joe Pinson, ASCAP) 1. There were headlines on the front page, And this is what they said: Woman and man – found in a van, And he and his mother were dead. They were covered up in beer cans. A smelly metal maze. He’d been gone a few hours, But she’d been dead for days. Chorus:  You can bury me – on the lone prairie. You can sprinkle my ashes – in Tennessee. No fancy funeral – I’ve made no plans, But please don’t bury me in a pile of beer cans. 2. As soon as I read this story, I felt a song coming on. My friend said “if anyone could write it, I was the one.” He said “you’ll never find a word to rhyme with rigor mortis,” But I proved him wrong, ‘cause here’s a song About more than one can covered carcass. Repeat Chorus 3. What was this poor man thinking – on mama’s final day? Did he think that she would want to be – remembered this way? One thought must have consumed him, when he was all alone: Now that mama’s in heaven – the beer lasts twice as long. Repeat Chorus Tag:  Don’t leave my body – in your van. ‘cause the neighbors would never understand. No fancy funeral – I’ve made no plans, But please don’t bury me in a pile of beer cans.