When I Die, Bury Me Out on the Plain

“When I die… bury me out on the plain…”

When I die, don’t lay me down In no cold church or crowded town. Take me where the wind cuts free, Where the road runs off to the edge of me.

When I die, bury me out on the plain, Where the wild dust carries my name. No stone, no prayer, no gilded chain— Just the sky, the wind, and the open plain.

Let the crows be my only choir, Let the sunset be my fire. No preacher’s words, no mourners near, Just the truth I carried here.

When I die, bury me out on the plain, Where the wild dust carries my name. No stone, no prayer, no gilded chain— Just the sky, the wind, and the open plain.

“I rode this land, I took my stand, and I won’t be bound by any man.”

Lay my hat where the grass still grows, My boots facing west where the red sun goes. If my ghost rides back through here, Tell it nothing but the wind to hear.

When I die, bury me out on the plain, Where the wild dust carries my name. No stone, no prayer, no gilded chain— Just the sky, the wind, and the open plain.

“When I die… bury me out on the plain…”

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