Michael Allen Ott: Music

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I left home as just a lad
everything I owned in a saddle bag.
I set out to live a cowboy dream.
I've rambled through this rugged land
crossed the Rockies and the Rio Grande.
Driftin' is the only life for me.

I'm more kin to the summer breeze
to the coyotes and the
tumbleweeds
than I am to anyone from home.
I guess I'll never settle down
until they put me in the ground.
Driftin' is the only life I've known.

I've tried hard a couple times
to settle down to a normal life
but I can't stay in one place for too long.
I hear the coyotes calling me
and just like them I must be free.
My boots, my hat my horse
and I am gone.

I'm more kin to the summer breeze
to the coyotes and the
tumbleweeds
than I am to anyone from home.
I guess I'll never settle down
until they put me in the ground.
Driftin' is the only life I've known.

When I die don't bury me.
Just burn my bones and
gather me.
Give them to a drifter
such as I.
He can scatter them both here and there
and I can be most everywhere.
I'll still be a drifter when I die.


I'm more kin to the summer breeze
to the coyotes and the
tumbleweeds
than I am to anyone from home.
I guess I'll never settle down
until they put me in the ground.
Driftin' is the only life I've known.