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
Well sing with me a hymn For the light that has dimmed For the heart that no longer beats And even until death when nothing else is left and the pain
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
I'm diggin' my grave I'm diggin' my grave My road to hell is surely paved With all the love that I never gave I'm diggin' my grave Oh lord I'm diggin'
As the sun came up over that eastern field today I could not help but think of you The feeling shoots through me like a bullet when I think of all the
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
Smoke um if you got um. Drink your glasses to the bottom. And toast me on another year. Another year of hope. Another year of holding on. For you drinkers
Well it's a God damn shame what's goin' down How we got to this I do not know There's a sick sick wind that's blowin' 'round And the captain's got to
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
