Far From Home

Tom: G

(intro)   C G   C G   C G Em  C G

      C            G
    When I was a growing boy,
      C                      G
    a-rocking on my daddy's knee,
   C          G A
    Daddy took an old guitar and sang
      C                      G
    “Bury me on the lone prairie."

           C              G
    Uncle Bob sat at the piano,
             C                G
    my girl cousins sang harmony,
      C                      G      A
    those were the good old family times
          C                 G
    that left a big mark on me.

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 C                   G                C               G
Bury me out on the prairie where the buffalo used to roam,
           C                 G          A
where the Canada geese once filled the sky,
      C              D        G
and then I won't be far from home.
 C                   G                 C               G
Bury me out on the prairie, where the buffalo used to roam,
     C                    G       A
you won't have to shed a tear for me,
         C                       G
'cause then I won't be far from home.

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     C                             G
    Walking down the trans-Canada highway,
           C               G
    I was talking to a firefly,
      C                       G                A
    trying to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee,
           C                   G
    when another car passed me by.

          C                      G
    Some day I'm gonna make big money,
         C                   G
    and buy myself a big old car,
             C                    G       A
    make my way on down to that promised land,
          C             D         G
    and then I'm gonna really go far.

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 C                   G                C               G
Bury me out on the prairie where the buffalo used to roam,
           C                 G          A
where the Canada geese once filled the sky,
      C                      G
and then I won't be far from home.
      C                   G                 C               G
Just bury me out on the prairie, where the buffalo used to roam,
     C                    G       A
you won't have to shed a tear for me,
         C                       G
'cause then I won't be far from home.

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