Lyrics

I’m crossing that California line
Cause I think the desert stole something of mine
It was a brown haired beauty with the stare of a blistering sun
She once was mine but now she’s on the run
She’s on the run

So dig a hole
And bury me in a grave
If I can’t find my western wind
As long as there’s cacti’s growing
And the thistle keeps on blowing
I’ll search for my western wind

She never was one to be cooped up
Guess the thought of settling down had her all shook up
Thought every cowgirl has her day
Where the leaving turns to stay
But until then I’ll be trying to rope her in

So dig a hole
And bury me in a grave
If I can’t find my western wind
As long as there’s cacti’s growing
And the thistle keeps on blowing
I’ll search for my western wind

I prayed that the red Red Rocks
Would be enough to make her stop
To think about our life she left behind
But that mountain range had its way
And won her over to this day
Where the only thing that’s by my side is time

So dig a hole
And bury me in a grave
If I can’t find my western wind
As long as there’s cacti’s growing
And the thistle keeps on blowing
I’ll search for my western wind
As long as there’s cacti’s growing
And the thistle keeps on blowing
I’ll search for my western wind