It was just me and the preacher, standing in the rain
The day we laid my daddy in the ground
We waited for his friends to show, nobody came
So we said a prayer and headed back to town
And I thought about him, how sad his life has been
I swore that someday I'd do something worth remembering

I'd be more than just a name on a stone
More than just a box full of bones
I want someone to miss me when I'm gone
I want to be more than just a name on a stone

I wanna pick the Wildwood Flower, catch a baseball in the stands
Learn to tell some jokes and make folks laugh
I wanna find the perfect woman, wanna sail a boat to France
Throw caution to the wind and not look back
I wanna make a million memories, make a million friends
And have 'em gather all around me when my journey ends

I wanna be more than just a guy, who never lived, then he died, with nothing to show
But some dates above a grave, that the years have washed away
Don't you know, don't you know I want to be

I want to be more than just a name
Much more than just a name on a stone
Name on a stone