Bury Me At The Rodeo

July tried to take my mind with bourbon and disease
August gonna kill me if she can
But eighty-five hundred K west of here
There’s a place so true and dear
Colorado
My ties for you it’s true
Got a temper and an eye for truth
Got a shot to shit sweet tooth
And I don’t need a day job where I’ll wither every day
Heading for the mountains where I think I’m gonna stay
Bury me at the rodeo show
The only home I’ll ever know
Where the rivers run with rye
Grass is fine and you can burn like inferno
'Til all hell seems the lesser
Dead dreams at the rodeo show