He left his dead in the cottonwood trees the ground grown too hard with the years Falling down was not what it used to be the ground grown too hard with the years
He told his children those little white lies the truth would only paralyze them He told himself those little white lies the truth would only paralyze him
Lay it down, lay it down
He sold most of what he cherished, the rest he let them steal Shot his dog out in the open field, the rest he let them steal
He broke all of his promises, under a sea green sky They never thought to ask him why, under a sea green sky
Lay it down, lay it down
Please bury me in the cottonwood trees the ground grown too cold for me Going to sleep tonight in a warm feather bed the ground grown too cold for me
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