When I reach the end of my rope
Let me go.
When my sun has set don't miss me too much.
Think of all the friends I will see
across that river.
I never did go to church as my church was
the sun sky mountains and rain.
When my time comes open the gate
and set me free.
Remember the love that we shared with all my family and friends.
And the love of my life my wife.
Miss me but let me go.
When you lay me down.
Bring my hat and close the gate.
Lay my head to the west.
Think of all the good times we had.
And set me free.
George W. Short
July 2, 2004