Our spirits were young, and full of life
I was sixteen, I was his wife
Ain't no future, when you live in doubt
He took my soul, when he walked out
Don't give me no dirt bed,
Not ready to go
Oh no, I'm not ready for the cold
Were you afraid that you'd have to carry me?
Were you too scared that you'd have to bury me?
I just need a little help to stand on my feet
I'll keep on pushin' till I'm too tired and beat
Don't give me no dirt bed
I'm not, not ready to go
Oh no, I'm not ready for the cold
I think about the time when I, I was young
Way back when life was carefree and fun
I've seen a lot of trouble and hard times too
Old memories to help me get through
Oh, you know they help me get through, oh yeah
You know they help me get through
A southern soul and this black cat bone
Keepin' me away from that cold tombstone
Bones are wore out, I'm movin' slow
I still got some spark, I ain't ready to go
Oooh, I ain't ready to go,
No, no, no, no, I ain't ready to go
I've danced through the high times, I've cried through the lows
Took the bad with the good, like thorns on a rose
Lights grow dim; it's a question of time
But don't count me gone; I'm just past my prime
I've never looked back, not afraid to fail
Not much left of this old torn veil
But if I could make changes in how I've lived
I'd take a little less...the more I could give
Oh no, I'm not ready to go
I've got a purpose; I'm just an old soul
Don't tell me I'd be better off dead
I ain't ready for no dirt bed
I was sixteen, I was his wife
Ain't no future, when you live in doubt
He took my soul, when he walked out
Don't give me no dirt bed,
Not ready to go
Oh no, I'm not ready for the cold
Were you afraid that you'd have to carry me?
Were you too scared that you'd have to bury me?
I just need a little help to stand on my feet
I'll keep on pushin' till I'm too tired and beat
Don't give me no dirt bed
I'm not, not ready to go
Oh no, I'm not ready for the cold
I think about the time when I, I was young
Way back when life was carefree and fun
I've seen a lot of trouble and hard times too
Old memories to help me get through
Oh, you know they help me get through, oh yeah
You know they help me get through
A southern soul and this black cat bone
Keepin' me away from that cold tombstone
Bones are wore out, I'm movin' slow
I still got some spark, I ain't ready to go
Oooh, I ain't ready to go,
No, no, no, no, I ain't ready to go
I've danced through the high times, I've cried through the lows
Took the bad with the good, like thorns on a rose
Lights grow dim; it's a question of time
But don't count me gone; I'm just past my prime
I've never looked back, not afraid to fail
Not much left of this old torn veil
But if I could make changes in how I've lived
I'd take a little less...the more I could give
Oh no, I'm not ready to go
I've got a purpose; I'm just an old soul
Don't tell me I'd be better off dead
I ain't ready for no dirt bed