You can cry on my pillow, lay flowers on my stone, pay homage to my memory, but you can't take me home.

You can play for my benefit, you can weep, you can moan, but you can't take me home.

Here you see me lying on this cold hard stone. Old undertaker, try to rebuild my battered bones.

Hey now you can't see me, up here in this light

But I'm trying to get through to all of you,

to let you know that it's all right.

But you can't take me with you, no you can't take me home

Walk away and leave this old body alone.

Interim

No you can't take me with you, no you can't take me home

Walk away and leave this old body alone.

No you can't take me with you, 'cause I'm already gone

©Stephen E Foster

Written about my old frynd Ronnie Van Zant. I heard rumors that people were chipping off pieces of his headstone for keepsakes. I believe he might feel this way. Rest in peace Ronnie.