Bury me not on the lone prairie

Oh bury me not on the lone prairie these words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay on the bloody ground at the close of day

Oh bury me not and his voice failed there but we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three we burried him there on the lone prairie

[ guitar ]

Oh bury me not on the lone prairie where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
Where there’s not a soul that will care for me oh bury me not on the lone prairie

 

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