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'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 size
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 every man
Must make his stand
Alone before his God
And he evens up the difference
Beneath six feet of sod