Oh Bury Me Not
Johnny Cash Lyrics


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Lord, I've never lived where churches grow
I loved creation better as it stood
That day you finished it so long ago
And looked upon your work and called it good
I know that others find you in the light
That sifted down through tinted window panes
And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains

I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well
That you've made my freedom so complete
That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell
Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street
Just let me live my life 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 life that's soft or high

Let me be easy on the man that's down
Let me be square and generous with all
I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town
But never let them say I'm mean or small
Make me as big and open as the plains
And honest as the horse between my knees
Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains
Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze

Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget
You know about the reasons that are hid
You understand the things that gall or fret
Well, you knew me better than my mother did
Just keep an eye on all that's done or said
And right me sometimes when I turn aside
And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead
That stretches upward toward the great divide

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

Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
But we took no heed to his dying prayer




In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried him there on the lone prairie

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Johnny Cash's "Oh Bury Me Not" are reflective and contemplative, as the singer expresses gratitude for the natural world and their freedom from strict societal constraints. The singer acknowledges that while others may find God in the structured environment of a church, they personally feel closer to the divine in the open plains and starlight. They express a desire for a simple life, free from materialistic pursuits, and ask for guidance on their journey towards the afterlife.


The final stanza takes a turn, as the singer shifts from discussing their personal beliefs and desires to the story of a dying youth who pleads to not be buried on the lone prairie. Despite the youth's desperate request, he is buried in a shallow grave on the plains. This shift in focus brings up themes of mortality and the futility of our individual desires in the face of death. The singer seems to be urging us to consider the desires and needs of others beyond our own.


Overall, the song is a poetic reflection on the singer's relationship with the natural world, their views on faith and society, and the inevitability of death. It's a powerful and introspective piece that invites the listener to deeply consider their own beliefs and values.


Line by Line Meaning

Lord, I've never lived where churches grow
I have never lived in a place where there are many churches


I loved creation better as it stood
I prefer nature in its natural state


That day you finished it so long ago
The day You completed the creation of Earth


And looked upon your work and called it good
You saw what You had created and deemed it good


I know that others find you in the light
Many people believe they find You in bright places


That sifted down through tinted window panes
Which comes through the colorful glass of church windows


And yet I seem to feel you near tonight
But tonight, I sense Your presence near me


In this dim, quiet starlight on the plains
Under the dim and quiet starlight on the open prairies


I thank you, Lord, that I'm placed so well
I am grateful for the wonderful life You have given me


That you've made my freedom so complete
You have granted me complete freedom


That I'm no slave to whistle, clock or bell
I am not confined to a schedule or a particular job


Nor weak eyed prisoner of Waller Street
I am not a slave to the business world or the city


Just let me live my life as I've begun
Allow me to continue living my life as I have been


And give me work that's open to the sky
Give me a job that allows me to view the open sky


Make me a partner of the wind and sun
Allow me to work alongside the wind and the sun


And I won't ask a life that's soft or high
I don't need an easy or luxurious life


Let me be easy on the man that's down
Help me not to judge or be harsh towards those who are suffering


Let me be square and generous with all
May I treat everyone fairly and generously


I'm careless sometimes, Lord, when I'm in town
I can be inconsiderate when I'm in the city


But never let them say I'm mean or small
But please don't let anyone accuse me of being cruel or petty


Make me as big and open as the plains
Allow me to be as broad and receptive as the open prairies


And honest as the horse between my knees
Help me to be as truthful as a horse is obedient to me


Clean as a wind that blows behind the rains
May I be as pure and refreshing as a breeze after rainfall


Free as the hawk that circles down the breeze
May I be as free as a hawk soaring through the clear air


Forgive me, Lord, if sometimes I forget
Please forgive me if I ever forget


You know about the reasons that are hid
You know the reasons that I am not aware of


You understand the things that gall or fret
You understand the things that bother or upset me


Well, you knew me better than my mother did
You know me better than my own mother


Just keep an eye on all that's done or said
Please watch over everything that is said and done


And right me sometimes when I turn aside
Correct me when I go astray


And guide me on that long, dim trail ahead
Lead me on the long, challenging journey ahead


That stretches upward toward the great divide
That leads towards the divide between life and death


Oh, bury me not on the lone prairie
Please don't bury me on the desolate prairie


These words came low and mournfully
He spoke slowly and sorrowfully


From the pallid lips of a youth who lay
From a young person who was lying there, pale


On his dying bed at the close of day
On his deathbed at the end of the day


Oh, bury me not and his voice failed there
He couldn't finish speaking as his voice broke


But we took no heed to his dying prayer
However, we didn't listen to his last request


In a shallow grave just six by three
We buried him in a very small, shallow grave


We buried him there on the lone prairie
We buried him on the isolated prairie




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Written by: JOHN A. LOMAX, ALAN LOMAX

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on Wayfaring Stranger

Wayfaring Stranger - The New Appalachians - Lyrics

I am a poor wayfaring stranger
Traveling through this world alone

There will be no sickness, toil or danger
In that grand land to which I roam

Well I'm going home to see my mother
I'm going home to a morning rose
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

Musical Interlude

I know dark clouds will gather 'round me
I know my way is rough and steep
And beautiful fields lie just before me
Where God's redeemed there vigils keep

Well I'm going home to see my brothers
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I'm only goin' over home

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I'm going home to see my Father
I'm going home no more to roam
I'm only goin' over Jordan
I’m only goin’ where no one roams

I want to wear that crown of glory
When I get to that good land
I want to shout out salvation story
In concert with that blood washed band.
I'm going there to see my saviour
I’ll see his face no more to roam
I'm only going over Jordan
I'm only going over home
I'm only goin' over home

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