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



Lay it down, lay it down