He wore overalls to meet his King
Took a pack of Marlboro Reds and his wedding ring
And his fifty-year-long faithful bride
Held his hand and walked him to the other side

He said, honey I’m just so tired
Of being hooked up to a hundred wires
I want to be in my own bed
Called the kids around and said

Raise a glass to my good long life
Don’t dress in black, don’t let me see you cry
I’m not afraid, I’m just headed home
And it’s time to let me go

I probably shouldn’t have survived
April 1945
We buried half my company
And I wondered why it wasn’t me

That’s the year I learned to pray
Just glad to wake up every day
I’m bound to see those boys again
Rolling dice and cigarettes in heaven

Raise a glass to my good long life
Don’t dress in black, don’t let me see you cry
I’m not afraid, I’m just headed home
And it’s time to let me go

We kissed the ground after Japan
I came home to be a mailman
Right here in Crossville, Tennessee
I bought this farm to raise a family

We planned for four, but we had five
Your baby sister was a big surprise
I know I don’t have much to show
But I’m the richest man I know

Raise a glass to my good long life
Don’t dress in black, don’t let me see you cry
I’m not afraid, I’m just headed home
And it’s time to let me go
It’s time to let me go

He wore Overalls to meet his King
Took a pack of Marlboro Reds and his wedding ring