Cowboy Junkies

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,