transcribed from The Sons of the Pioneers Album: "Sunset On the Range" Contributed: Marten Busstra 2009]

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

As I was out walkin' one morning for pleasure I spied a cow-puncher a ridin' along His hat was throwed back and his spurs were a jinglin' And as he

You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail Making camp along the way You and me in the arms of the twilight on the trail At rest at the end

Davy, Davy Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier Born on a mountain top in Tennessee, Greenest state in the land of the free. Raised in the woods

(Oh, Susanna don't you cry for me, I'm goin' to Louisiana with my banjo on my knee) I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee, I'm goin' to

Shades of night are falling As the wind begins to sigh And the world's silhouetted against the sky Blue shadows on the trail Blue moon shinin'

Cigareetes and Whusky and Wild, Wild Women They'll drive you crazy; They'll drive you insane Cigareetes and Whusky and Wild, Wild Women They'll

Angels come to paint the desert nightly While the moon is gleaming brightly Along the Santa Fe Trail Stardust scattered all along the highway On a

When you've climbed the highest mountain When a cloud holds the sunshine in Suddenly there's a valley Where the Earth knows peace with man. When a