Six Feet Of Sod - Loretta Lynn

Sometimes life can lead you in a lonely, hopeless race

I know I’d have trouble keeping up my neighbor’s pace

But when we’re dead, no one’s ahead, the race belongs to God

And he evens up the difference beneath six feet of sod

In time, six feet of sod will make us all the same

God will play no favorites to our wisdom, wealth, or fame

He cuts to size each man who dies, we’ll all blong to God

And he evens up th difference beneath six feet of sod

In time, six feet of sod will make us all the same

God will play no favorites to our wisdom, wealth, or fame

And every man must make a stand alone before his God

And he evens up the difference beneath six feet of sod