Bury Me At The Rodeo - The Dirty Nil

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