Sonny James - Three Days Out Of Omaha Lyrics

I rode all the way from California right bewteen my ma and pa

When the rifles started firing we were three days out of Omaha

Three days out of Omaha

I was raised by an Indian warrior way out on some Kansas plain

I guess that's why they call me red skin cause no one ever knew my name

No one ever knew my name

When I die don't you weep for me for I've been in trouble with the law

And if you're lookin' for a place to bury me take me three days out of Omaha

People often stop and wonder they ask me bout my ma and pa

The only thing I know to tell them they're somewhere three days out of Omaha

Three days out of Omaha

[ banjo ]

When I die don't you weep for me...