Chords for The Lone Prairie (Traditional Cowboy Ballad - Full Version) - Sam Shackleton

Tempo:
62.5 bpm
Chords used:

Cm

Eb

Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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The Lone Prairie (Traditional Cowboy Ballad - Full Version) - Sam Shackleton chords
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[Cm] [Eb]
O badiment not, and lone prairie, [Cm] These warts came [Eb] low, and mournfully,
[Cm] From the pallid lips, [Eb] o youthful age, On his dying bed, at the close o' day.
It matters not, O I've been told, [Cm] Where the body lies, [Eb] when the heart grows cold,
But grant, [Cm] O grant, [Eb] this wish to me, O badiment not, and the lone prairie.
O badiment not, and the lone prairie, Where the coyotes [Cm] howl, and the wind blows free,
Where not a soul [Eb] will care for me, O badiment not, and the lone prairie.
I wish to lie, where a mother's prayer, Or [Cm] sister's tear, can mingle there,
Where friends can come, [Eb] and weep o'er me, O badiment not, and the lone prairie.
O badiment [Cm] not, his [Eb] voice failed there, And we took no heed,
O his dying prayer, in a narrow grave, Just six by three,
While we buried him there, in the lone prairie, And the [Cm] cowboys now, [Eb] as we roamed the plains,
For we marked the spot, where his bones were lain,
[Cm] Fling a handful of [Eb] roses, o'er his grave, And a prayer to God, for his soul to save.
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_ O badiment not, and lone prairie, [Cm] These warts came [Eb] low, and mournfully,
[Cm] From the pallid lips, [Eb] o youthful age, On his dying bed, at the close o' day. _
_ It matters not, O I've been told, [Cm] Where the body lies, [Eb] when the heart grows cold,
But grant, [Cm] O grant, [Eb] this wish to me, O badiment not, and the lone prairie. _
_ O badiment not, and the lone prairie, Where the coyotes [Cm] howl, and the wind blows free,
Where not a soul [Eb] will care for me, O badiment not, and the lone prairie. _
_ _ I wish to lie, where a mother's prayer, Or [Cm] sister's tear, can mingle there,
Where friends can come, [Eb] and weep o'er me, O badiment not, and the lone prairie. _
_ _ O badiment [Cm] not, his [Eb] voice failed there, And we took no heed,
O his dying prayer, in a narrow grave, Just six by three,
While we buried him there, in the lone prairie, _ _ _ And the [Cm] cowboys now, [Eb] as we roamed the plains,
For we marked the spot, where his bones were lain,
[Cm] Fling a handful of [Eb] roses, o'er his grave, And a prayer to God, for his soul to save. _
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