Lyrics:

Maybe we'll decide to get buried here
Well, you'd better come with me, Duke. I'm planning to be buried in the petrified forest
You know, I've been evolving a theory about that which would interest you. It's the graveyard of the civilization that shot from under us. A world of outmoded ideas
There are all so many dead stumps in the desert. That's where I belong. So do you, Duke. You're the last greater fossil of rugged individualism
From 'The Petrified Forest' (1936)