[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[00:44.975][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[01:22.852][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[02:38.190][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[03:23.920]