Three Days Out Of Omaha Lyrics - Sonny James

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...