Letra de Three Days Out Of Omaha

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...