Aye Mag---"Bury Me Not On The Loan Prairie" jumped out at me as being about more than it seemed when we had to put an elderly aunt into a nursing home with emphasema after she ran her car into the air-conditioning system of the local Holiday Inn at 3:00 AM (Evensville, Indiana) and jumped out of her car completely naked screaming that she wanted a hair dresser! Lack of oxygen from 70 years of smoking did that. But she was aggry as hell at her LOSS OF CONTROL !!!

And THAT is what the song was about to me--trying to keep some last shread of control for his own life as he lay dieing. "Bury me not on the lone prairie..."---But the guys MUST DO WHAT THEY MUST. They promise him they won't bury him there---but then they DO BURY HIM THERE. Given the situation, they tell hi whatever he wants/needs to hear to keep him calm during his last moments.

And we had to put our aunt into the nursing home...

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