| Just one more child of the prairie
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| Whisperin' prairie winds blow through my soul
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| Her endless skies amaze me still
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| And I expect they always will
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| And some envisions out past my control
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| Conestoga wagons in their thousands
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| A-carried restless hearts across these plains
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| Dreams of fertile land or gold
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| Fed a hunger uncontrolled
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| And bred an endless line of wagon trains
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| Jack-knife winds won’t ever cease their blowing
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| Summer sun’s burned down on dwindlin' streams
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| Women stand in doorways looking southward
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| While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
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| I stand starlight struck tonight in Kansas
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| Beside a trail still visible today
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| Soon these fields of waving weed will
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| Rise in the summer rain and heat ‘til
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| Harvest crews come carry them away
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| Jack-knife winds won’t ever cease their blowing
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| Summer sun burns down on dwindlin' streams
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| Women stand in doorways lookin' southward
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| While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
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| Something in her prairie soil has bound me
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| Whispering grasses are my evening song
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| Steamboats on the wide Missouri
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| Whistle as they barrel through
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| Prepared tonight to carry me along
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| And the jack-knife winds won’t ever cease their blowing
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| Summer sun burns down on dwindlin' streams
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| Women stand in doorways lookin' southward
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| While old men lie and dream their buffalo dreams
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| The old men lie and dream their buffalo dream |