"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie." Where the coyotes wail and the wind blows free. And when I die, don't bury me beneath the western sky, on the lone prairie.
"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie." These words came soft and painfully from the pallid lips of a youth who lay on his dyin' bed, at the break of day.
But we buried him there, on the lone prairie where the rattle snakes hiss and the wind blows free. In a shallow grave, no one to grieve beneath the western sky, on the lone prairie.
"Oh bury me not on the lone prairie." These words came soft and painfully from the pallid lips of a youth who lay on his dyin' bed, at the break of day. On his dyin' bed, at the break of day.