Dying Cowboy

Cisco Houston

Oh bury me not on the lone prairie

These words came low and mournfully

From the pouted lips of a youth who lay

On his dying bed at the close of day



Oh bury me not on the lone prairie

Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free

In a narrow grave just six by three

Bury me not on the lone prairie



It matters not I've oft been told

Where the body lies when the heart grows cold

Yet grant oh grant this wish to me

Bury me not on the lone prairie



Oh bury me not on the lone prairie

Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free

In a narrow grave just six by three

Oh bury me not on the lone prairie



He wailed in pain and o'er his brow

Death's shadows fast were gathering now

He thought of his friends and his home but nigh

As the cowboys gathered to see him die



Oh bury me not on the lone prairie

These words came low and mournfully

From the pouted lips of a youth who lay

On his dying bed at the close of day



We took no heed of his dying prayer

In a narrow grave we buried him there

In a narrow grave just six by three

We buried him there on the lone prairie



Oh bury me not on the lone prairie

Where the coyote howls and the wind blows free

In a narrow grave just six by three

Oh bury me not on the lone prairie