Outside The Jurisdiction Of Man

Lying in the wagon bottom looking out over the side
At that great wide open Western land
Not another soul in sight for miles and miles around
We’re outside the jurisdiction of man

All along the horizon only stars
The complete dome of Heaven is all ours
Haven’t got a nickel, nothing’s frying in the pan
We’re outside the jurisdiction of man

Seeking fame and fortune
Made me old before my time
And that life I’ll forget it if I can
I was made for soft cool mornings
And watching thunderstorms roll in
Outside the jurisdiction of man

So let my remaining time all pass
On a blanket of swaying prairie grass
And then won’t you bury me
‘Neath the work of God’s own hand
Outside the jurisdiction of man