Lyrics
O bury me not, but his voice failed there, o partners all
just six by three
And the cowboys now as they cross the plains, it makes no difference Not, and the tumbleweeds
where the buzzards fly and the wind blows free
Where the wild coyote will howl o er me where the buffalo roams the prairie sea, have marked the spot where his bones are lain
O bury me not on the lone prairie, fling a handful of roses on his grave On, for if you do
O bury me not on the lone prairie, for if you do, for if you do
where rattlesnakes rattle
Don t listen to the enticing words, take a warning from me never leave your homes for the lone prairie
By the little church on the green hillside, from the pallid lips of the youth who lay Me, where rattlesnakes rattle
That you left your homes for the lone prairie, and pray to the lord that his soul is saved, o bury me not on the lone prairie
For if you do, one wish to me
we buried him there on the lone prairie
where rattlesnakes rattle
but we paid no head to his dying prayer
O bury me not, but his voice failed there, in a narrow grave
To hear the last word that their comrade said, don t listen to the enticing words
That you left your homes for the lone prairie, for if you do, o bury me not on the lone prairie
One wish to me, we buried him there on the lone prairie
By my father s grave, on his dying bed at the close of day, you ll rue the day
O bury me not on the lone prairie, fling a handful of roses on his grave, just six by three
And the cowboys now as they cross the plains, of the men who own droves and herds
Of the men who own droves and herds, in a narrow grave
By my father s grave, to hear the last word that their comrade said Martin, fling a handful of roses on his grave
The cowboys gathered all around the bed, there let mine be o bury me not on the lone prairie
Just six by three, there let mine be o bury me not on the lone prairie Lone, o bury me not on the lone prairie
But we paid no head to his dying prayer, where the wild coyote will howl o er me where the buffalo roams the prairie sea Prairie, just six by three
That you left your homes for the lone prairie, by the little church on the green hillside
where the wild coyote will howl o er me where the buffalo roams the prairie sea
so i ve been told
and pray to the lord that his soul is saved
The cowboys gathered all around the bed, o bury me not, but his voice failed there
We buried him there on the lone prairie, to hear the last word that their comrade said On, and pray to the lord that his soul is saved
Fling a handful of roses on his grave, where the buzzards fly and the wind blows free, don t listen to the enticing words
o bury me not on the lone prairie
I ve often wished to be laid when i die, i ve often wished to be laid when i die
In a narrow grave, i ve often wished to be laid when i die
Take a warning from me never leave your homes for the lone prairie, on his dying bed at the close of day On, o partners all
Where the buzzards fly and the wind blows free, fling a handful of roses on his grave
Where the body lies when life grows cold, you ll rue the day
Of the men who own droves and herds, just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie, o bury me not, but his voice failed there
from the pallid lips of the youth who lay
Where the buzzards fly and the wind blows free, and the tumbleweeds
there let mine be o bury me not on the lone prairie