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
Gang Date - Prairie Land Lyrics
Gang Date - Prairie Land Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Donald Hirlinger
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