Six Feet of Sod

Sometimes life can lead you in a lonely hopeless race

I know I'd have trouble keepin' up my neighbor's pace

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

And he'll 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 sizee each man who dies we'll all belong 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 visdom wealth or fame

And ev'ry man must make his stand alone before his God

And he evens up the difference beneath six feet of sod