Bury My Heart

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Words may be kind of stupid but I think most people have a place that means alot to them as a kid. Made this up a month or so ago while visiting it. I just started learning the harmonica, mostly while driving around and this is my debut. I actually

Mike Bender

Just getting back into this after a long hiatus. I purchased a used Korg d16 - 16 track recorder around the Fall of 2009 for $ 100.00 and I haven't touched a recorder in nearly 25 years. That was in the 1980's with a Tascam Porta 01-4 track. Things have come a long ways. The guitars and music equipment came out of a long hibernation soon after.

Song Info

Genre

Country • Americana

Charts

#339 in subgenre Peak #13

Charts

Peak #147

Uploaded

August 04, 2011

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.2 MB • 128 kbps • 4:35

Lyrics

My home is where my heart is but my heart is never home 
It went out on its own long ago
And when it starts working at the end of the road
You can do what you want with my bones

My legs that carried me through the fields of grass
And my arms that plowed the earth at dawn
Wont get me far
With my ashes in a jar
So bury my heart on the farm

Bury my heart on the farm
Do what you want with my legs and arms
Take my head
You can shave it when I'm dead
But bury my heart on the farm

I remember as a child
my mind would run wild
Running through the fields behind the barn
You can lose my mind
You can sell it for a dime
But bury my heart on the farm

The cockledoodle doos and the cows that went moo
My ears that heard the noon alarm
Won't hear a sound
When I'm 6 feet in the ground
So bury my heart on the farm

Bury my heart on the farm
Do what you want with my legs and arms
Burn me when I'm gone
It won't do me no harm
But bury my heart on the farm

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of each sun
They have painted every picture as the daily work gets done
But they won't see alot
When I am lying in that plot
So bury my heart on the farm


Bury my heart on the farm
Do what you want with my legs and arms
When its my time to die
Please dont ask me why
Bury my heart on the farm

My home is where my heart is but my heart is never home
Its a wayward son that has done its body wrong
When I'm dead and gone
Put it back where it belongs
And bury my heart on the farm

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