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    When I was a growing boy, 
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    a-rocking on my daddy's knee, 
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    Daddy took an old guitar and sang 
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    “Bury me on the lone prairie.” 

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    Uncle Bob sat at the piano, 
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    my girl cousins sang harmony, 
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    those were the good old family times 
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    that left a big mark on me. 

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Bury me out on the prairie where the buffalo used to roam, 
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where the Canada geese once filled the sky, 
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and then I won't be far from home. 
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Bury me out on the prairie, where the buffalo used to roam, 
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you won't have to shed a tear for me, 
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'cause then I won't be far from home. 

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    Walking down the trans-Canada highway, 
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    I was talking to a firefly, 
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    trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee, 
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    when another car passed me by. 

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    Some day I'm gonna make big money, 
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    and buy myself a big old car, 
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    make my way on down to that promised land, 
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    and then I'm gonna really go far. 

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Bury me out on the prairie where the buffalo used to roam, 
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where the Canada geese once filled the sky, 
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and then I won't be far from home. 
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Just bury me out on the prairie, where the buffalo used to roam, 
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you won't have to shed a tear for me, 
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'cause then I won't be far from home. 

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