Bury me out on the open range
After you fill my pockets up
with all your worthless change
A marker with the day and year
but please leave off the name
When you bury me out on the open range

Shallow enough to hear the coyote howl
Deep enough where I'll stay warm
when the sun goes down
Far enough away
where I never will be found
But close enough
so my ghost can go to town

Bury me out on the open range
Then go about your business
when the memory of me fades
And if you ever think of me again
please give that piece away
When you bury me out on the open range