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Marty Robbins - Prairie Fire lyrics
While drivin' a herd of cattle out in old Nebraska Way Headin' east at Broken Bow one hot September day Tryin' to get to Omaha, we hoped to find a buyer We never counted in the odds of a western prairie fire A hot south wind was blowin' and the air was gettin' dry Somethin' far away was spellin' trouble in the sky Commin' closer was a sound that topped the Devil's choir Then we knew we'd have to race a raging prairie fire When all at once a flame is seen a-lickin' at the sky And every heart is quickened and there's fear in every eye We've just one chance to get away for there's no place to hide Got to reach the river flat when it's deep and one mile wide The herd is gettin' tired but we've got no time to rest I try to clear the red dust that is gathered in my chest From ridin' tail on a thousand head with the weather gettin' dry The black cloud in the west is warnin' ride, ride, ride The roarin' heat is close, the ash is fallin' by our side And every feastin' bird is fleein' with it's warnin' cry We got to reach the river but it's still ten miles or more And close behind us we can hear that wild, infernal roar But fate had other plans for we lost that fatal race We lost, for neither man nor beast could all keep up the pace The mighty flats subdued it's rage but none were there to rest We did our best to get away but only I am left Now on the blackened prairie far as the eye can see The grim remains are there to show that God rules you and me Just one he left to tell the tale, just one was his desire We lost a herd and thirty men to a raging prairie fire |
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