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