| 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 Bury me out on the prairie
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| 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
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| 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 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
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| 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
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| 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 |