Old boats and Cottonwood trees
Smack in the Middle of kansas
Tiny tales and juju bees
Flint hills and contact dances
Kerosene stoves cane fishin' poles
post rock and prairie grasses
sun bearin' down from that western sky
air as thick as molasses
Sometimes I'm lost in this graveyard
I can feel the bones a rattlin'
Sometimes I'm lost in this graveyard
But I ain't gonna lay down, no
I ain't gonna lay down...
Cattle crossing on highway 4
salt thrown over my shoulder
My ex-wife says she still loves me so
This is what I told her
Trailer Parks that twisters fell
Listening to Grandmother's tales
Yard balls and swimmin' holes
Cicadas crawl from their shells
Nights a hummin' with the insect sounds
and sepia toned Methodist senses
Musky nights, wound up tight
Legs wrapped around my lenses
Sometimes I'm lost in this graveyard
I can feel the bones a rattlin'
Sometimes I'm lost in this graveyard
But I ain't gonna lay down, no
I ain't gonna lay down...

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