Chords for Johnny Cash - Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie (Introduction: A Cowboys Prayer)
Tempo:
71.675 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
G
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation [F#] better as it stood.
That day
you finished it so long ago and looked upon your [B] work and called it good.
I know that
others find you in the light that sifted down through [F#] tinted window panes, and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains.
I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my [F#] freedom so complete that I'm no slave to
whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed [B] prisoner of wall or street.
Just let me live my life
as I've begun, and give me work that's open [F#] to the sky.
Make me a partner of the wind
and sun, and I won't ask a [B] life that's soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
Let me be square and [F#] generous with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, but never let him say I'm [B] mean or small.
Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse [C#] between my [F#] knees.
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, free
as the hawk that [B] circles down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You
know about [F#] the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall or fret.
You
knew me better than [B] my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, and right
me sometimes when [F#] I turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward [B] toward the great divide.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
These words came
low and [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips of a [B] youth who lay on his [F#] dying bed at the [B] close
of day.
Oh, bury me not, and his voice fail there.
But we took no heed to [F#] his dying prayer.
In a shallow grave, just [B] six by three, we [F#] buried him there on the [G] lone [B] prairie.
I love creation [F#] better as it stood.
That day
you finished it so long ago and looked upon your [B] work and called it good.
I know that
others find you in the light that sifted down through [F#] tinted window panes, and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains.
I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my [F#] freedom so complete that I'm no slave to
whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed [B] prisoner of wall or street.
Just let me live my life
as I've begun, and give me work that's open [F#] to the sky.
Make me a partner of the wind
and sun, and I won't ask a [B] life that's soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
Let me be square and [F#] generous with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, but never let him say I'm [B] mean or small.
Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse [C#] between my [F#] knees.
Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, free
as the hawk that [B] circles down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You
know about [F#] the reasons that are hid.
You understand the things that gall or fret.
You
knew me better than [B] my mother did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, and right
me sometimes when [F#] I turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward [B] toward the great divide.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
These words came
low and [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips of a [B] youth who lay on his [F#] dying bed at the [B] close
of day.
Oh, bury me not, and his voice fail there.
But we took no heed to [F#] his dying prayer.
In a shallow grave, just [B] six by three, we [F#] buried him there on the [G] lone [B] prairie.
Key:
F#
B
C#
G
F#
B
C#
G
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation [F#] better as it stood.
_ That day
you finished it so long ago and looked upon your [B] work and called it good.
I know that
others find you in the light _ that sifted down through [F#] tinted window panes, _ and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight _ in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains. _ _
_ I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my [F#] freedom so complete that I'm no slave to
whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed [B] prisoner of wall or street.
Just let me live my life
as I've begun, _ and give me work that's open [F#] to the sky.
_ Make me a partner of the wind
and sun, and I won't ask a [B] life that's soft or high.
_ Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
_ Let me be square and [F#] generous with all.
_ I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, _ but never let him say I'm [B] mean or small.
_ Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse [C#] between my [F#] knees.
_ Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, free
as the hawk that [B] circles down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
_ You
know about [F#] the reasons that are hid.
_ You understand the things that gall or fret.
You
knew me better than [B] my mother did.
_ Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, _ and right
me sometimes when [F#] I turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward [B] toward the great divide.
_ _ Oh, bury me not _ on the lone prairie.
_ _ These words came
low and _ [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips _ of a [B] youth who lay _ on his [F#] dying bed at the [B] close
of day.
_ Oh, bury me not, _ and his voice fail there. _
But we took no heed to [F#] his dying prayer.
_ In a shallow grave, just [B] six by three, _ we [F#] buried him there _ on the [G] lone [B] prairie. _
_ _ _ Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation [F#] better as it stood.
_ That day
you finished it so long ago and looked upon your [B] work and called it good.
I know that
others find you in the light _ that sifted down through [F#] tinted window panes, _ and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight _ in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains. _ _
_ I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my [F#] freedom so complete that I'm no slave to
whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed [B] prisoner of wall or street.
Just let me live my life
as I've begun, _ and give me work that's open [F#] to the sky.
_ Make me a partner of the wind
and sun, and I won't ask a [B] life that's soft or high.
_ Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
_ Let me be square and [F#] generous with all.
_ I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, _ but never let him say I'm [B] mean or small.
_ Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse [C#] between my [F#] knees.
_ Clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, free
as the hawk that [B] circles down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
_ You
know about [F#] the reasons that are hid.
_ You understand the things that gall or fret.
You
knew me better than [B] my mother did.
_ Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, _ and right
me sometimes when [F#] I turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward [B] toward the great divide.
_ _ Oh, bury me not _ on the lone prairie.
_ _ These words came
low and _ [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips _ of a [B] youth who lay _ on his [F#] dying bed at the [B] close
of day.
_ Oh, bury me not, _ and his voice fail there. _
But we took no heed to [F#] his dying prayer.
_ In a shallow grave, just [B] six by three, _ we [F#] buried him there _ on the [G] lone [B] prairie. _
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