
Date of issue: 11.10.2018
Song language: English
Plain to See Plainsman |
I cut through the Rockies like some unholy blade |
The icy depths of the Pacific I have bade |
Forever I wander, forever I stray |
The rustle of wheat fields starts callin' my name |
Callin' my name |
Let me die in the country that I love the most |
I’m a plain-to-see plainsman, and this I will boast |
A heart that lies far from the East or West Coast |
This plain-to-see plainsman is longin' for home |
Longin' for home |
Well the North-folk are dandy, they don’t mind the cold |
The South has filled up both my belly and soul |
I know when I’m gray and I know when I’m old |
These bones will cry out for the place they were born |
Place they were born |
Let me die in the country that I love the most |
I’m a plain-to-see plainsman, and this I will boast |
A heart that lies far from the East or West Coast |
This plain-to-see plainsman is longin' for home |
Longin' for home |
I’ve met beautiful women, a pleasure to see |
Road-bitten bikers and barefoot hippies |
Junkies and saints on my travels I greet |
But far too few are homesick young plainsmen like me |
Plainsmen like me |
Let me die in the country that I love the most |
I’m a plain-to-see plainsman, and this I will boast |
A heart that lies far from the East or West Coast |
This plain-to-see plainsman is longin' for home |
Longin' for home |