Cactus splinters in my bones and I can feel the pain
My mouth is scorched and I dying of thirst for
The thirst for something sane
The vultures fly overhead and they're picking at my brain
I got nothing, nothing left, nothing to my name
Go tell the boys I've gone out west to die alone
I'm never coming home again
I think I'll hang my guns up for good just one this time
Go tell the sheriff that I'm dead