Colter Wall - Bury me not on the lone prairie

Oh bury me ^Emnot on the lone ^GPrairie ^GThese words came ^Emslow and mournfull^Gy ^GFrom the pallid lips of a youth who lay ^GOn his dying ^Embed ^Cat the close of ^Emday.

Oh bury me ^Emnot. And his voice failed ^Gthere ^GBut they took no ^Emheed to his dying pra^Gyer. ^GIn a narrow grave, just six by three, ^GThey buried him ^Emthere ^Con the lone Prai^Emrie.

Oh bury me ^Emnot on the lone Prai^Grie ^Gwhere the owl of n^Emight hoots mournfull^Gy ^GAnd the blizzard beats, and the wind blows free. ^GOh his lonely ^Empray ^Con the lone Prai^Emry

And the cowboys ^Emnow as they roam the ^Gplain ^GFor they marked the ^Emspot where his bones were ^Glain, ^GFling a handful of roses or his grave ^GWith a prayer to ^EmGod, ^Cfor his soul to ^Emsave.