Some I Wrote
That day when it`s all over,
And they come to carry me.
And you`re wearin` black and walkin` slow
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
I wanted to write,
But I ran out of time.
[Chorus,]
Some I wrote for money, Some I wrote for fun.
Some I wrote and threw away, never sang to any one.
Some I wrote for mama a couple of them 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.
And they come to ask what you want.
Written on my stone.
Tell`em when I was born and died,
The year and the day,
If there`s room for something else,
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.
Some he wrote for mama I`ve forgotten two or three
I`ve lost track of all the rest, but the most he wrote for me

Writer : DON REID, HAROLD REID
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group