Album Note: In creating this new arrangement of several early day cowboy songs collected by folklorists J. Frank Dobie & John Lomax, I’ve followed the folk tradition of adapting, combining, and composing. In the trail-driving days of the 1870’s and in custom- grazing today, many cattle come up from the southwest to fatten on Flint Hills pastures, so the Mexico-Texas- Kansas connection remains strong.
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Where the coyotes howl and the wind blows free Where the dewdrops glow and the songbirds rest And the flowers bloom by their prairie nest
These lonesome words are the last he’d tell As he closed his eyes in his sad farewell
Oh bury me not on the lone prairie Where the buff-a-loes cross the prairie sea May the wild rose bloom as the breezes wave If I have to sleep in a prairie grave
I’m goin to leave old Texas now They’ve got no use for the longhorn cow They’ve plowed and fenced my cattle range And the people there are all so strange
I’ll take my horse, I’ll take my rope I’ll hit the trail on a long slow lope
The hard, hard ground will be my bed And the saddle seat will hold my head
I’ll make my home on the open range For the people there are not so strange I’ll bid adios to the Alamo And turn my head down to Mexico