Minnesota (When I Die)

Just a little poem/song I wrote, a parody of Ed Bruce's "Texas (When I Die)."

When I die, don't bury me in Texas.

Close that gate and throw away the key.

Take me back to good old Minnesota.

Minnesota's where I long to be.

San Francisco weather is too boring.

Tampa makes me feel I'm getting old.

If a blizzard covers me in Winnebago

Well that's all right, at least I'll know I'm home.

I'd hike across the whole of Minnesota

just to eat fried cheese curds at the fair.

Local beer is better than all others.

Just keep those pints a'coming, and I'll be there.

When I die, don't bury me in Texas.

Close that gate and throw away the key.

Take me back to good old Minnesota.

Minnesota's where I long to be.