Buddy Miller
bury me not on the lone prairie
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O
bury
me
not
on
the
lone
prairie
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of the youth who lay
On his dying bed at the end of the day
It
matters
not, I've often been told
Where
the
body
lies
when
the
heart
grows
cold
But grant, o grant, this wish to me
And bury me not on the lone prairie
I've always wished that when I die
To be buried there on the green hillside
By my father's grave, there let mine be
And bury me not on the lone prairie
O
bury
me
not, and his voice failed there
But we took no heed of his dying prayer
In a narrow grave, barely six by three
They buried him there on the lone prairie
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