Sometimes life can lead you in a lonely, hopeless race
I know I'd have trouble keeping up my neighbor's pace
But when we're dead, no one's ahead, the race belongs 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 wisdom, wealth, or fame
He cuts to size each man who dies, we'll all bеlong to God
And he evens up thе 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
And every man must make a stand alone before his God
And he evens up the difference beneath six feet of sod