I was raised in the West, in the land where the dealers all invest.
I've watched the sunrise before the smokestacks set in motion.
And I've watched the sunset through a dark haze on the ocean.
Bury me out on the lone prairie, near the mountains I could never see.
The speakers, they all gasp, they clear their lungs for their luncheon speeches.
This year's new campaign will 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 Greenwoods or the Superstition Mountains.
You may come, if you would, leave the dealers to their accounting.
Thank you for watching.