Chords for Johnny Cash - Oh,bury me not
Tempo:
80.9 bpm
Chords used:
F#
B
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation better [F#] as it stood.
That day
you finished it so long ago, and looked upon your work [B] and called it good.
I know that
others find you in the light that sifted down through tinted window [F#] panes, and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains.
I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my freedom so [F#] complete, that I'm no slave
to whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed prisoner [B] of wall or street.
Just let me live
my life as I've begun, and give me work that's open to [F#] the sky.
Make me a partner of the
wind and sun, and I won't ask a life that's [B] soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
Let me be square and generous [F#] with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, but never let them say I'm [B] mean or small.
Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse between [F#] my knees, clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, [C#] free
as the hawk that circles [B] down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You
know about the reasons [F#] that are hid.
You understand the things that gall or fret.
Boy, you knew
me better than my mother [B] did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, and write
me sometimes when I [F#] turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward toward the [B] great divide.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
These words came
low and [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips of a [B] youth who lay on his [F#] dying bed at the [B] close
of day.
Oh, bury me not, and his voice failed there, but we took no heed to his [F#] dying prayer.
In a shallow grave, just six [B] by three, we buried [F#] him there on the lone
I love creation better [F#] as it stood.
That day
you finished it so long ago, and looked upon your work [B] and called it good.
I know that
others find you in the light that sifted down through tinted window [F#] panes, and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains.
I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my freedom so [F#] complete, that I'm no slave
to whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed prisoner [B] of wall or street.
Just let me live
my life as I've begun, and give me work that's open to [F#] the sky.
Make me a partner of the
wind and sun, and I won't ask a life that's [B] soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
Let me be square and generous [F#] with all.
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, but never let them say I'm [B] mean or small.
Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse between [F#] my knees, clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, [C#] free
as the hawk that circles [B] down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget.
You
know about the reasons [F#] that are hid.
You understand the things that gall or fret.
Boy, you knew
me better than my mother [B] did.
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, and write
me sometimes when I [F#] turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward toward the [B] great divide.
Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
These words came
low and [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips of a [B] youth who lay on his [F#] dying bed at the [B] close
of day.
Oh, bury me not, and his voice failed there, but we took no heed to his [F#] dying prayer.
In a shallow grave, just six [B] by three, we buried [F#] him there on the lone
Key:
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C#
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation better [F#] as it stood. _
_ That day
you finished it so long ago, _ _ and looked upon your work [B] and called it good.
_ I know that
others find you in the light _ that sifted down through tinted window [F#] panes, _ and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight _ in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains. _ _ _
I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my freedom so [F#] complete, _ that I'm no slave
to whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed prisoner [B] of wall or street.
Just let me live
my life as I've begun, _ and give me work that's open to [F#] the sky.
_ Make me a partner of the
wind and sun, and I won't ask a life that's [B] soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
_ Let me be square and generous [F#] with all.
_ I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, _ but never let them say I'm [B] mean or small.
Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse between [F#] my knees, _ clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, [C#] free
as the hawk that circles [B] down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget. _ _
You
know about the reasons [F#] that are hid.
_ You understand the things that gall or fret.
_ Boy, you knew
me better than my mother [B] did. _
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, and write
me sometimes when I [F#] turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward toward the [B] great divide. _
_ _ Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
_ _ These words came
low _ and _ [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips _ of a [B] youth who lay on his [F#] dying bed _ at the [B] close
of day.
_ _ Oh, bury me not, _ and his voice failed there, _ but we took no heed to his [F#] dying prayer.
In a shallow grave, _ just six [B] by three, _ we buried [F#] him there _ on the lone
_ _ _ _ _ Lord, I've never lived where churches grow.
I love creation better [F#] as it stood. _
_ That day
you finished it so long ago, _ _ and looked upon your work [B] and called it good.
_ I know that
others find you in the light _ that sifted down through tinted window [F#] panes, _ and yet I seem
to feel you near tonight _ in this dim, quiet [B] starlight on the plains. _ _ _
I thank you, Lord,
that I'm placed so well, that you have made my freedom so [F#] complete, _ that I'm no slave
to whistle, clock, or bell, nor weak-eyed prisoner [B] of wall or street.
Just let me live
my life as I've begun, _ and give me work that's open to [F#] the sky.
_ Make me a partner of the
wind and sun, and I won't ask a life that's [B] soft or high.
Let me be easy on the man that's
down.
_ Let me be square and generous [F#] with all.
_ I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in
town, _ but never let them say I'm [B] mean or small.
Make me as big and open as the plains, and
honest as the horse between [F#] my knees, _ clean as the wind that blows behind the rains, [C#] free
as the hawk that circles [B] down the breeze.
Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget. _ _
You
know about the reasons [F#] that are hid.
_ You understand the things that gall or fret.
_ Boy, you knew
me better than my mother [B] did. _
Just keep an eye on all that's done and said, and write
me sometimes when I [F#] turn aside, and guide me on that long, dim trail ahead that stretches
upward toward the [B] great divide. _
_ _ Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie.
_ _ These words came
low _ and _ [F#] mournfully from the pallid lips _ of a [B] youth who lay on his [F#] dying bed _ at the [B] close
of day.
_ _ Oh, bury me not, _ and his voice failed there, _ but we took no heed to his [F#] dying prayer.
In a shallow grave, _ just six [B] by three, _ we buried [F#] him there _ on the lone
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