Johnny Cash - Oh bury me not

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Lor^Ad, I've never lived where churches grow, I loved creation better as it sto^Eod, ^Ethat day you finished it so long ago, and looked upon your work and called it goo^Ad. I know^A that others find you in the light, that sifted down through tinted window pane^Es, ^Eand yet I seem to feel you near tonight in this dim, quiet starlight on the pla^Ains. I tha^Ank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well, that you've made my freedom so comple^Ete, ^Ethat I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell, nor weak-eyed prisoner of Waller Str^Aeet. Just let^A me live my life as I've begun, and give me work that's open to the ^Esky, ^Emake me a partner of the wind and sun, and I won't ask a life that's soft or h^Aigh. Let me ^Abe easy on the man that's down, let me be square and generous with ^Eall, ^EI'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town, but never let ‘em say I'm mean or sma^All. Make^A me as big and open as the plains, and honest as the horse between my kne^Ees, ^Eclean as the wind that blows behind the rains, free as the hawk that circles down the bree^Aze. Forgive^A me, Lord, if sometimes I forget, you know about the reasons that are h^Eid, ^E you understand the things that gall or fret, well, you knew me better than my mother di^Ad. Just k^Aeep an eye on all that's done or said, and right me sometimes when I turn asi^Ede, ^Eand guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches upward toward the great div^Aide

[sung] Oh, bury me not on the lone pr^Aairie, these words came low and mournfull^Ey from the pallid lips of a youth who^A lay on h^Eis dying bed at the close of ^Aday. O

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h, bury me n^Aot, and his voice failed there, but we took no heed to his dying pray^Eer, in a shallow grave just six by thr^Aee, we^E buried him there on the lone p^Arairie.