Bury me where the wind don't blow, where the dust won't cover me, where the tall grass grows.
Or bury me right where I fall, Tokyo to Tennessee, I love them all.
You see the windmills turn up fifty-five, still got so much to learn, still feel alive.
And one lonely girl is all I need, to tie me to this world and make me believe.
Well, I ain't no cowboy that I can ride, and I ain't no owl.
But I've been inside, and there were bars of steel, boys, and there were bars to sing, and there were bars with swinging doors for all the time between.
Bury me in the last few lines of an obituary for these trying times.
And find an old live oak to carve my name, hard liquor and dirty jokes, cheap picture frames.
Well, I ain't no cowboy.
But I can ride, I can ride, I can ride, I can ride, I can ride.
And I ain't no owl, but I've been inside, and there were men of stone, boys, and there were men of sand, long nights, a long war, head in my hand.
Well, I ain't no cowboy that I can ride, and I ain't no owl, but I've been inside, and there were bars of steel, boys, and there were bars to sing, and there were bars with swinging doors for all the time between.
Well, I ain't no cowboy.

But I've been inside, and there were bars to sing, and there were bars to sing, and there were bars with swinging doors for all the time between.