文本歌词

Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie - Tex Ritter
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie
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 and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer
In a narrow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie
And the cowboys now as they roam the plain
For they marked the spot where his bones were lain
Fling a handful o' roses o'er his grave
With a prayer to him who his soul to save