"Lord Bury Me In Texas" lyrics - SHANE SMITH & THE SAINTS

Well, can you tell me a story on the fiddle you play?
Tall as the mounts Appalach-I-A
I wanna hit the road and make my claim
But, Lord, bury me in Texas

I had dreams of headin' west to Californ-I-A
But I stop off in Vegas for just one game
I probably bet it on black and lose it all to fate
I'd sing, "Lord, bury me in Texas"

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Yeah, I went out to take some time, see what I could find
And I hummed to the fiddle and the song he played
"Lord, bury me in Texas"

Well, Indiana woman, you're a sight to see
You're sweet as a peach fallen off the tree
I'd like to take you home, but if I don't succeed
Lord, bury me in Texas

[Chorus:]
I went out to take some time and see what I could find
And I hummed to the fiddle and the song he played
I'd sing, "Lord, bury me in Texas," yeah

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Yeah, I went out to take some time and see what I could find
My brothers they're wild as the tree is tall
I tell 'em I'll be back by the early fall
We'll be stompin' to a beat at the ol' Gruene Hall
Singin', "Lord, bury me in Texas," yeah

[Chorus:]
Yeah, I went out to take some time and see what I could find
And I hummed to the fiddle and the song he played
But, Lord, bury me in Texas
Lord, bury me in Texas