Misc Television – Billy The Kid - Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie (Guitar)

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"Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie"

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These words came low and mourn - ful - ly

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From the pallid lips of a youth who lay

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On his dying bed at the close of day.

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He has wasted and pined 'til o'er his brow

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Death's shades were slowly gathering now.

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He thought of home and loved ones nigh,

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And the cowboys gathered to see him die.

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"Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie,

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Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free.

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In a narrow grave just six by three

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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."

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"It matters not, I've oft been told,

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Where the body lies when the heart grows cold.

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Yet grant, oh grant, this wish to me,

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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."

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"I've always wished to be laid when I died

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In a little churchyard on a green hillside.

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By my father's grave there let me be,

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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."

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"I wish to lie where a mother's prayer

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And a sister's tear will linger there.

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Where friends can come and weep o'er me.

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Oh bury me not on the lone Prairie."

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"For there's another whose tears will shed

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For the one who lies in a Prairie bed.

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It breaks my heart to think of her now,

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She's curled these locks; she has kissed this brow."

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"Oh bury me not..." And his voice failed there

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But they took no heed to his dying prayer.

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In a narrow grave, just six by three,

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They buried him there on the lone Prairie.

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And the cowboys now as they roam the plain

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For they marked the spot where his bones were lain,

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Fling a handful of roses o'er his grave

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With a prayer to God, his soul to save.