[00:09.107]Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
[00:18.275]These words came low and mournfully
[00:27.619]From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
[00:37.246]On his dying bed at the close of day
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[00:46.410]"Oh, bury me not", and his voice failed there
[00:55.617]But they took no heed to his dying prayer
[01:04.839]In a narrow grave just six by three
[01:14.147]They buried him there on the lone prairie
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[02:01.050]Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
[02:10.110]Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free
[02:19.619]Where there's not a soul that will care for me
[02:28.794]Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
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[02:39.045]And the cowboys now as they roam the plains
[02:47.403]For to mark the spot where his bones were lain
[02:56.685]Fling a handful of roses over his grave
[03:06.100]With a prayer to god for his soul to save
[03:15.455]With a prayer to god for his soul to save
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