I'm a lonesome cowboy, far away from home,
Far from the prairie where I used to roam,
Where the doggies wander and the wind blows free.
Oh, my heart is yearning for the lone prairie.

Oh, bury me out on the lone prairie,
Where the coyotes howl, and the wind blows free,
And when I die, please bury me
'Neath the lonesome pine on the lone prairie.

So we buried him there on the lone prairie,
Where the old night owl hoots mournfully,
And the blizzards howl and the wind blows free
O'er that lonely grave on the lone prairie.

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        Oh my darlin', oh my darlin', oh my darlin' Clementine,
        You are lost and gone forever. Dreadful sorry, Clementine.

In a cavern, in a canyon, excavatin' for a mine,
Lived a miner, forty-niner, and his daughter, Clementine.

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Light she was, and like a fairy, and her shoes were number nine.
Herring boxes without topses, sandals were for Clementine.

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Drove she ducklin's to the water every morning just at nine.
Hit her foot against a splinter; fell into the foamin' brine.

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Ruby lips above the water, blowing bubbles soft and fine.
But, alas! I was no swimmer, so I lost my Clementine.

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In a churchyard near the canyon, where the myrtle doth entwine,
There grow roses and other posies, fertilized by Clementine.

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Then the miner, forty-niner, soon began to peak and pine.
Though in life I used to hug her, now she's dead – I draw the line!

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Listen boy scouts, heed the warning to this tragic tale of mine.
Artificial respiration could have saved my Clementine.

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How I missed her, how I missed her, how I missed my Clementine,
'Til I kissed her little sister, and forgot my Clementine.

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        Home, home on the range,
        Where the deer and the antelope play.
        Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
        And the skies are not cloudy all day.

        Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam,
        And the deer and the antelope play.
        Where seldom is heard a discouraging word,
        And the skies are not cloudy all day.

How often at night when the heavens are bright,
With the light from the glitterin' stars,
Have I stood there amazed, and asked as I gazed,
If their glory exceeds that of ours.

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Where the air is so pure, the zephyrs so free,
The breezes so balmy and light
That I would not exchange my home on the range
For all of the cities so bright.

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Oh, give me a land where the bright diamond sand
Flows leisurely down the stream.
Where the graceful white swan goes glidin' along
Like a maid in a heavenly dream.

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I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
But my legs ain't bowed and my cheeks ain't tanned.
I'm a cowboy who never saw a cow,
Never roped a steer 'cause I don't know how
And I sho' ain't fixin' to start in now.
Yippy-i-o-ki-ay, yippy-i-o-ki-ay.

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
And I learned to ride 'fore I learned to stand.
I'm a ridin' fool who is up to date.
I know every trail in the Lone Star State
'Cause I ride the range in a Ford V-eight.
Yippy-i-o-ki-ay, yippy-i-o-ki-ay.

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
And I come to town just to hear the band.
I know all the songs that the cowboys know
'Bout the big corral where the doggies go,
'Cause I learned them all on the radio.
Yippy-i-o-ki-ay, yippy-i-o-ki-ay.

I'm an old cowhand from the Rio Grande,
Where the west is wild 'round the borderland.
Where the buffalo roam around the zoo,
And the Indians make you a rug or two,
And the old bar-x is a bar-b-q.
Yippy-i-o-ki-ay, yippy-i-o-ki-ay.

From this valley they say you are goin'.
We will miss your bright eyes and sweet smile,
For they say you are takin' the sunshine
That has brightened our pathway a while.

Come and sit by my side, if you love me.
Do not hasten to bid me adieu,
But remember the Red River Valley
And the cowboy who loved you so true.

Won't you think of the Valley you're leavin'?
Oh, how lonely, how sad it will be.
Oh, think of the fond heart you're breakin'
And the grief you are causing to me.

As you go to your home by the ocean,
May you never forget those sweet hours
That we spent in the Red River Valley,
And the love we exchanged 'mid the flowers.

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        Ride around, little doggies, ride around them slow,
        They're fiery and snuffy and a-rarin' to go.

I ride an old paint, I lead an old Dan,
I'm goin' to Montan' for to throw the hoolihan.
They feed in the coolies, they water in the draw.
Their tails are all matted, their backs are all raw.

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Old Bill Jones had a daughter and a son.
One went to Denver and the other went wrong.
His wife, she died in a poolroom fight.
Still, he keeps singin' from mornin' to night.

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I've worked in the city, worked on the farm,
And all I've got to show is the muscle in my arm.
Patches on my pants, callous on my hand,
And I'm goin to Montan' to throw a hoolihan.

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Oh, when I die, take my saddle from the wall.
Put it on my pony and lead him from his stall.
Tie my bones to his back, turn our faces to the west.
We'll ride to Durango, the place we love best.

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Deep within my heart lies a melody.
A song of old San Antone,
Where in dreams I lived with a memory
Beneath the stars, all alone.

It was there I found, beside the Alamo,
Enchantment strange as the blue up above.
That moonlit pass that only she would know
Still hears my broken song of love.

Moon in all its splendor, know only my heart.
Call back my rose, rose of San Antone.
Lips so sweet and tender, like petals fallin' apart,
Speak once again of my love, my own.

Broken song, empty words I know,
Still live in my heart all alone,
For that moonlit pass by the Alamo
And Rose, my rose of San Antone.

I was standin' 'round town just a-spendin' my time,
Nothin' else to spend, not even a dime
When a feller steps up and he says, "I suppose
You're a bronc' bustin' man by the looks of your clothes."

"You guessed me right, and a good one," I claim,
"Do you happen to have ay bad ones to tame?"
He says, "I've got one and a bad one to buck;
At throwin' bronc riders he's had lots of luck."

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      Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
      Oh, that strawberry roan!
      He says, "This old pony ain't never been rode,
      And the boy that gets on him is sure to get throwed."
      Oh, that strawberry roan!

I gets all excited and I ask what he pays
To ride this old goat for a couple of days.
He offers a ten spot. I says, "I'm your man,
For the bronc never lived that I couldn't fan;

No, the bronc never lived, nor he never drew breath
That I couldn't ride till be starved plumb to death."
He says, "Get your saddle, I'll give you a chance."
We got in the buckboard and rode to the ranch.

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      Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
      Oh, that strawberry roan!
      We stayed until morning, and right after chuck
      We goes out to see how that outlaw could buck.
      Oh, that strawberry roan!

Well, down in the horse corral standing alone,
Was that old cavayo, old strawberry roan.
His legs were spavined, and he had pigeon toes,
Little pig eyes and a big Roman nose,

Little pin ears that were crimped at the tip,
With a big 44 branded 'cross his left hip;
He's ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
You can see with one eye he's a reg'lar outlaw.

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      Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
      Oh, that strawberry roan!
      He's ewe-necked and old, with a long lower jaw,
      You can see with one eye he's a reg'lar outlaw.
      Oh, that strawberry roan!

Well I puts on my spurs and I coils up my twine,
I piled my loop on him, I'm sure feeling fine.
I piled my loop on him, and well I knew then,
If I rode this old pony, I'd sure earn my ten,

I put the blinds on him, it sure was a fight,
Next comes my saddle, I screws her down tight
I gets in his middle and opens the blind,
I'm right in his middle to see him unwind

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      Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
      Oh, that strawberry roan!
      He lowered his old neck and I think he unwound
      He seemed to quit living down there on the ground
      Oh, that strawberry roan!

He went up towards the east and came down towards the west,
To stay in his middle I'm doin' my best,
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change.

He turns his old belly right up to the sun
He sure is one sun-fishin' son of a gun!
I'll tell you, no foolin', this pony can step,
But I'm still in his middle and buildin' a rep

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      Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
      Oh, that strawberry roan!
      He goes up on all fours and comes down on his side
      I don't know what keeps him from losin' his hide
      Oh, that strawberry roan!

I loses my stirrup and also my hat,
I starts pulling leather, I'm blind as a bat;
With a big forward jump he goes up on high
Leaves me sittin' on nothin' way up in the sky

I turns over twice, and I comes back to earth
I lights in a-cussin' the day of his birth
I know there is ponies I'm unable to ride
Some are still living, they haven't all died.

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      Well, it's oh, that strawberry roan,
      Oh, that strawberry roan!
      I'll bet all my money the man ain't alive
      That can stay with old strawberry when he makes his high dive.
      Oh, that strawberry roan!

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        Weep all you little rains,
        Wail, winds, wail,
        All along, along, along
        The Colorado Trail.

Eyes like a morning star,
Cheeks like a rose,
Laurie was a pretty girl,
Everybody knows.

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Stars fadin' in the sky,
Days gone a grey.
Sun will be a raisin' soon.
Everything will wain.

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"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie,"
These words came low and mournfully.
From the pale lips of a youth who lay
On his death bed at the close of day.

"Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free.
In a cold, cold grave don't bury me,
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie."

"Oh, bury me not–" and his voice failed there,
But we took no heed of his dying prayer;
In a narrow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie.

As I was out walking the streets of Laredo,
As I walked out in Laredo one day,
I met a young cowboy all dressed in white linen,
All dressed in white linen, and cold as the clay.

"I see by your outfit that your are a cowboy,"
These words he did say a I boldly stepped by.
"Come sit down beside me and hear my sad story;
I was shot in the breast and I know I must die."

"O beat the drum slowly and play the fife lowly,
And play the dead march as you bear me along.
Take me to the green valley and lay the sod o'er me,
For I'm a young cowboy and I know I've done wrong.

See them tumblin' down,
Pledgin' their love to the ground.
Lonely but free I'll be found,
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumble weed.

Cares of the past are behind.
Nowhere to go but I'll find
Just where the trail will wind.
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumble weed.

        I know, when night is done
        That a new world's born at dawn,

I'll keep driftin' along.
Deep in my heart is a song.
Here on the range I belong.
Driftin' along with the tumblin' tumble weed.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.

The other night, dear, as I lay sleepin',
I dreamed I held you in my arms,
But when I woke, dear, I was mistaken
And I hung my head and cried.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine.
You make me happy when skies are grey.
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my sunshine away.