Verse 1

They laid me down by the county line,

With my coat pulled over my face.

The sheriff took my silver watch,

But couldn’t make my soul stay.

Chorus

You can bury these bones in the red clay ground,

You can nail my name to a door.

But the part of me that learned to run

Won’t answer death no more.

Verse 2

I stole a horse from a winter farm,

I stole a kiss in June.

I left my brother with an empty hand

And a promise I broke too soon.

Chorus

You can bury these bones in the red clay ground,