Bo

I walk to the sagebrush silence of the dead

Shout down in the canyon, echoing in my head

I'm living the same dream I knew as a pup

I wouldn't trade nothing nor have given it up

Trouble on the horizon, better stay out of sight

I'll marry a good man, who'll put up a good fight

For all the right reasons and a couple of beers

At Pappy and Harriet's should have drown in my tears

At last I understand

I'll never leave this desert land

Tomorrow breeds new ecstasies

As leader of my own band

Visions of Moses out smokin' his weed

Turned off at a truckstop 'neath a joshua tree

Friends to the end faithful like bride to the groom

Chasing down shadows by the light of the moon

At last I understand

That memory is desert land

Tomorrow breeds no ecstasies

As leader of my own band

The county road's open still droppin' below

When it's the season I'm going to play it like bo

Gonna hallow my old haunts swing back to the yard

Circle down around my bed when living is too hard