If the Good Die Young

It was Sunday morning, I was seven years old. In a backyard playing in a big mud hole. I was all decked out, ready for church. Had my brand-new suit all covered in dirt. Mama hit the ceiling, she was fit to be Tied. Talking 'bout how she's gonna tan my hide. But Daddy wasn't laughing as he changed my clothes. Said, "Mama, leave the boy alone." 'Cause if the good die young. If the good die young. Mama's little boy's gonna have a lot of fun. 'Cause he's gonna live forever if the good die Young. Ten years later, had a hot rod Ford. Constable clocked me at a hundred and four. Judge said, "Boy, you're gonna hurt yourself. You'd long been dead if you was anybody else." But if the good die young. If the good die young. All there ain't a sin that's gonna haunt you, Son. 'Cause you're gonna live forever if the good Die young. Well, I got a good heart, I wouldn't hurt A soul. But I'm gonna keep rocking 'til they Call that roll. Old St. Peter's gonna have to wait. I'm gonna go to Hell, but I might be Late. And if the good die young. Lord, if the good die young. Pedal to the metal, let your motor run. 'Cause you're gonna live forever if the good die Young. And if the good die young. Lord, if the good die young. They have to chance, we'll have some fun. 'Cause I'm gonna live forever if the good die Young. Said I'm gonna live forever if the good Die young.