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
weary For the voice that's forever still And my lips will utter praise Until the end of days for the space that can not be filled And the sun will never
Can I forgive my past transgressions Can I forgive my own past sins That's not likely No I will never feel the same again Well, it does me no good to
Well the song of the blackbird is mighty clear On a mornin' such as this And all those useless pains & fears Those things that I won't miss And the Morning
s okay Cause I'll have peace on my final day Down in this shallow hole where I must lay This Iowa dirt is mighty cold This Iowa dirt is mighty cold And god will
all used to make so much more sense and I'd have it all again if I could choose I've lost some things over the years but the memory I will not lose As
My grandma's grandpa came over across the sea In the boiler room of a steam ship on his way from Germany He was runnin' from the Kaiser who was puttin
It was a beautiful day And the sun was a-shinin' high Not a cloud up above It was a good day to die And I got my chores done I got the horses fed I took
You're mistaken if you think I'm gonna let you drag me through the mud again. You're mistaken if you think I'm gonna sit idly by while you trample my
Well, I heard 6 shots ring out in succession and it broke the night air like a giant wave And in my knife blade I saw my own reflection and the devil
Well I was drivin' down the road just mindin' my own When Johnny Law pulled up from behind He walked up to my window and said roll it down And let me
Open up the door and let the sound come in I can hear the owls and the dogs again And they sing And they shout When the moon is out Open up the window
I've played in bars and nursing homes And train stations out west Carnivals and backyard fun And everywhere else in between Bless the ones who helped
Well I don't care about my sorrows And I don't care about my woes I put my knees down in the sand Down where that river flows I put my hands in the water
day who are bastards by dawn. And I hope I will see you soon. And I'll be home come hell or high water. And I know I will see you soon. Gather around
money and his money on his mind Well something's got to break Like when the hounds start howlin' (When the hounds start howlin') When there's fiends abound (When there's fiends abound) I will
Our paths will cross again someday Our paths will cross again someday Though we may go our seperate ways Our paths will cross again someday Oh father
The wind blows hard up in whipoorwill hill and the red buds sway in the breeze If you listen real close you can hear the desperate cry of a broken man
