[Verse]
July tried to take my mind with bourbon and disease
August gonna k** 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
[Pre-Chorus]
Got a temper and an eye for truth
Got a shot to sh** 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
[Chorus]
Bury me at the rodeo show
The only home I'll ever know
Where the rivers run with rye
Gra** is fine and you can burn like inferno
'Til all hell seems the lesser
Dead dreams at the rodeo show