Bury Me Not - The Residents

«Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie»

These words came slow and mournfully

From the bleedin' lips of the youth who lay

On his dyin' bed at the close of day

He moaned in pain while over his head

The shadows of death grew thick like lead

He thought of his home and family that night

As the cowboys gathered to watch him die

«Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie

Where the wild coyotes howl over me

In a narrow grave, just six by three

Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie»

«In dreams I’ve listened to the well-known words

Of the wild prairie winds and the songs of birds

I think of the table where my mama put flowers

And the scenes I loved in those long lost hours»

«It matters not I’ve often been told

Where the body lies when the heart grows cold

Oh grant, oh grant this wish to me

And bury me not on the lone prairie»

«I've always wished to be laid when I died

In a little churchyard on the green hillside

By my mama’s grave please let mine be

And bury me not on the lone prairie»

«Oh, bury me not», and his voice stopped there

But we took no heed of his dyin' prayer

In a narrow grave, just six by three

We buried him there on the lone prairie