Lay It Down        
             
He left his dead in the cottonwood trees 
the ground grown too hard with the years 
Falling down was not what it used to be 
the ground grown too hard with the years 

He told his children those little white lies 
the truth would only paralyze them 
He told himself those little white lies 
the truth would only paralyze him 

Lay it down, lay it down 

He sold most of what he cherished, 
the rest he let them steal 
Shot his dog out in the open field, 
the rest he let them steal 

He broke all of his promises, 
under a sea green sky 
They never thought to ask him why, 
under a sea green sky 

Lay it down, lay it down 

Please bury me in the cottonwood trees 
the ground grown too cold for me 
Going to sleep tonight in a warm feather bed 
the ground grown too cold for me 

Lay it down, lay it down

             
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