The Dirty Nil - Bury Me at the Rodeo lyrics

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, theres 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 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 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 Till all hell seems the lesser Dead dreams at the rodeo show