I was raised in the West, in a land where the dealers all invest
I've watched the sunrise before the smoke stack's set in motion, and I've watched the sunset through a dark haze on the ocean
Bury me out on the lone prairie
There the mountains I could never see
The speakers, they all gasp, to clear their lungs for their luncheon speeches
These years you can't pay to save the canyons and the beaches
Bury me out on the lone prairie, with the campaigns for peace and harmony
I'd like to go to the green woods, or the Superstition Mountain
You may come if you would, and leave the dealers to their counting, to their counting, to their counting