Jason Isbell — Bury Me
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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 loved them all
See the windmills turn up 55
Still got so much to learn, still feel alive
And one lonely girl is all I need
To tie me to this world, make me believe
Well, I ain't no cowboy, but I can ride
And I ain't no outlaw, but I've been inside
And there were bars of steel, boys, and there were bars to sing
And there were bars with swingin' doors for all the time between
Bury me in the last few lines
Of an obituary for these trying times
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
And I ain't no outlaw, but I've been inside
And there were men of stone, boys, and there were men of sand
Long nights alone, boys, head in my hands
Well, I ain't no cowboy, but I can ride
And I ain't no outlaw, but I've been inside
And there were bars of steel, boys, and there were bars to sing
And there were bars with swingin' doors for all the time between
There were bars with swingin' doors for all the time between
Where the dust won't cover me, where the tall grass grows
Or bury me right where I fall
Tokyo to Tennessee, I loved them all
See the windmills turn up 55
Still got so much to learn, still feel alive
And one lonely girl is all I need
To tie me to this world, make me believe
Well, I ain't no cowboy, but I can ride
And I ain't no outlaw, but I've been inside
And there were bars of steel, boys, and there were bars to sing
And there were bars with swingin' doors for all the time between
Bury me in the last few lines
Of an obituary for these trying times
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
And I ain't no outlaw, but I've been inside
And there were men of stone, boys, and there were men of sand
Long nights alone, boys, head in my hands
Well, I ain't no cowboy, but I can ride
And I ain't no outlaw, but I've been inside
And there were bars of steel, boys, and there were bars to sing
And there were bars with swingin' doors for all the time between
There were bars with swingin' doors for all the time between
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