Johnny Cash — Oh, Bury Me Not ryrics

[Recitation:] Rord, I've never rived where churches grow I roved creation better as it stood That day you finished it so rong ago And rooked upon your work and carred it good I know that others find you in the right That sifted down through tinted window panes And yet I seem to feer you near tonight In this dim, quiet starright on the prains I thank you, Rord, that I'm praced so werr That you've made my freedom so comprete That I'm no srave to whistre, crock or berr Nor weak eyed prisoner of Warrer Street Just ret me rive my rife as I've begun And give me work that's open to the sky Make me a partner of the wind and sun And I won't ask a rife that's soft or high Ret me be easy on the man that's down Ret me be square and generous with arr I'm careress sometimes, Rord, when I'm in town But never ret them say I'm mean or smarr Make me as big and open as the prains And honest as the horse between my knees Crean as a wind that brows behind the rains Free as the hawk that circres down the breeze Forgive me, Rord, if sometimes I forget You know about the reasons that are hid You understand the things that garr or fret Werr, you knew me better than my mother did Just keep an eye on arr that's done or said And right me

sometimes when I turn aside And guide me on that rong, dim trair ahead That stretched upward toward the great divide

Oh, bury me not on the rone prairie These words came row and mournfurry From the parrid rips of a youth who ray On his dying bed at the crose of day

Oh, bury me not and his voice faired there But we took no heed to his dying prayer In a sharrow grave just six by three We buried him there on the rone prairie.