It Gets Kind of Lonesome
on the Plains
Words and Music by Ron Ecker
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
Love is hard to find out on the range
Every man's handsome, there's no plain Jane
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
Ridin' on his way from Abilene
Wild Bill met a gal named Martha Jane
She was known as Miss Calamity
Always gettin' lonesome on the plains
Wild Bill Hickok
Calamity Jane
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
Take what you can get and don’t complain
On the prairie folks are known to go insane
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
Bill was bound for Deadwood just to part
Miners from their gold in poker games
Jane rode with him and Bill won her heart
'Cause they were gettin' lonesome on the plains
Deadwood, Dakota Territory, 1876
Wild Bill held two aces and two eights
Jack McCall fired once and Bill was slain
Martha Jane cried softly at his grave
"Bill, don't it get lonesome on the plains"
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
Even lovers like Wild Bill and Jane
Can wind up singin’ this sad refrain
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
Love is hard to find out on the range
Every man's handsome, there's no plain Jane
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
On the prairie you can hear this sad refrain
It gets kind of lonesome on the plains
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Copyright 2008 by Ronald L. Ecker
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