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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
This ground has grown too cold for me
Going to sleep tonight in a warm feather bed
This ground has grown too cold for me
Lay it down, lay it down
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