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Oh Bury Me Not

 Oh Bury Me Not 
 Adapted and arranged by Johnny Cash 
 Original Copyright (c)Southwind Music, Inc. administered by Warner Chappell Music. 
 Published by Warner Chappell Music, Inc. ASCAP 
 
 
 A    E 
 
 Recitation: 
 Lord, I've never lived where churches grow 
 I loved creation better as it stood 
 That day you finished it so long ago 
 And looked upon your work and called it good 
 I know that others find you in the light 
 That sifted down through tinted window panes 
 And yet I seem to feel you near tonight 
 In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains 
 I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well 
 That you've made my freedom so complete 
 That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell 
 Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street 
 Just let me live my life as I've begun 
 And give me work that's open to the sky 
 Make me a partner of the wind and sun 
 And I won't ask a life that's soft or high 
 Let me be easy on the man that's down 
 Let me be square and generous with all 
 I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town 
 But never let them say I'm mean or small 
 Make me as big and open as the plains 
 And honest as the horse between my knees 
 Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains 
 Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze 
 Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget 
 You know about the reasons that are hid 
 You understand the things that gall or fret 
 Well, you knew me better than my mother did 
 Just keep an eye on all that's done or said 
 And right me sometimes when I turn aside 
 And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead 
 That stretched upward toward the great divide 
 
             A                       
 Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie 
                                  E  
 These words came low and mournfully 
                                     A   
 From the pallid lips of a youth who lay 
               E                  A   
 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 shallow grave just six by three 
 We buried him there on the lone prairie. 
 
Enjoy! 
 
 
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