Sometimes life can lead you in a lonely hopeless race I know I'd have trouble keepin' 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 sizee 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 ev'ry man must make his stand alone before his God And he evens up the difference beneath six feet of sod