Prairie Land

Trade in my city-slickin' shoes and give me rattlesnake boots I want to feel the sand, the desert prairie land I want to see the stars and Mars go by for hours and hours and hours Don't let me down And when my legs begin to fall off, I want you to cut them off Bury me six feet underground Sit on the back porch and whittle the time away And go out back, where the antelopes play And when I can't remember your name I want you to do the same Bury me six feet underground Trade in my designer tennis racket and give me a cactus spur jacket I want to feel the sand, the desert prairie land I want to hear the coyotes growl and the prairie dogs howl Don't let me down And when my lungs begin to turn black I want you to take me out back Bury me six feet underground When my brain begins to shut down Buy everyone a round Bury me six feet underground