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Oh bury me not on the lone prairie |
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Where the coyotes wail and the wind blows free |
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And when I die, don't bury me |
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'neath the Western sky on the lone prairie. |
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Oh bury me not on the lone prairie |
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These words came soft and painfully |
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From the pallid lips of a youth who lay |
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On his dying bed at the break of day. |
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But we buried him there, on the lone prairie |
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Where the rattlesnakes hiss and the wind blows free |
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In a shallow grave, no one to greave |
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'neath the Western sky on the lone prairie. |
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Oh bury me not on the lone prairie |
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These words came soft and painfully |
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From the pallid lips of a youth who lay |
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On his dying bed at the break of day, |
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On his dying bed at the break of day. |
