作者：Don Reid & Harold Reid
Someday when it's all over
And they come to carry me
And you're walkin' slow and wearin' black
With the rest of the family
And the choir stands to sing a song
Make sure it's one of mine
I had a few more tunes that wanted to write
But I ran out of time
Some I wrote for money
Some I wrote for fun
Some I wrote and threw away
Never sang to any one
One I wrote for mama
And a couple still aren't through
I've lost track of all the rest
But the most I wrote for you
That day when it's all over
And you're settin' all alone
They'll come and ask you what you want
To have written on my stone
Tell'em when I was born and died
The year and the day
And if there's room for something more
Here's what you can say
“Some he wrote for money”
“Some he wrote for fun”
“Some he wrote and threw away”
“Never sang to any one”
“One he wrote for his mama”
“And never finished two or three”
“He lost track of all the rest”
“But the most he wrote for me”
Some I wrote for money
Some I wrote for fun
Some I wrote and threw away
Never sang to any one
One I wrote for mama
And a couple still aren't through
I've lost track of all the rest
But the most I wrote for you
I've lost track of all the rest
But the most I wrote for you