Oh, bury me not on the lone
These words came low and mournfully
From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
On his dying bed at the close of day.
Oh, bury me not on a lone prairie
In a narrow grave just six by three
Bury me not on a lone prairie,
and it matters not, and I have been told,
when the heart grows cold.
Oh, Lord, please grant this wish to me,
and bury me not on the lone prairie,
And his voice failed there,
but we took no heed of his dying prayer.
And in a narrow grave, just six by three,
Oh, we buried him there on the lone prairie,
where the rattlesnakes crawl
and the tumbleweeds will cover his
please don't let that hap
bury me not on that lone prairie
Bury me not on the lone prairie.
And I've got no place to call my home