| Story Behind the Song
 There used to be this urn that sat on top of our TV.  I always wondered who was inside.  I asked the Rancher about it one day & he got all philosophical for a minute...then he popped open a beer & we wrote this snappy number.
 LyricsI was on the interstate overpass
 Cop came by & splashed some dirt upon my ass
 I looked up in the sky
 Said, "God, man, what am I?"
 To just sit around...(unintelligible phrase)
 & this urn came rumbling down the hill...
 
 It came without a bill
 It came from that place I don't know inside
 One that produces urns like clockwork
 Like crackers on the trees
 
 Maybe I've got urns in my knees
 Hey! Got the urn disease
 Burn me up, baby, burn my pleas
 Oh! Won't you remember me?
 
 As intangible, intangible!
 Like an urn, like an urn, like a chargin' bull
 Don't keep 'round any longer than I gotta be
 Scatter me!
 
 In my urn, in my urn, in my urn
 Take me up in a crop duster
 Just let my ass go into the wind
 
 I fall down to the earth
 & maybe land on your dinner
 Hey! It's alright
 'Cause we are all dust in the night
 
 Black dust, black dust comforts
 Takes me to the place that, in reality
 Have a Michelob, have two or three
 'Cause it's before noon, can't you see?
 
 Scatter me, scatter me!
 Take me where I don't wanna be
 Don't keep me 'round longer than I gotta be
 I am infinity!  Oh yeah!
 
 
 
 
 
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