Plain to See Plainsman

I cut through the Rockies like some unholy blade

The icy depths of the Pacific, I have bathed

Wherever I wander, wherever I stray

The rustle of wheat fields start callin' my name

Callin' my name

Let me die in the country that I love the most

I'm a plain to see plainsmen, and, of this, I will boast

My heart, it lies far from the east or west coast

This plain to see plainsmen 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

The place they were born

Let me die in the country that I love the most

I'm a plain to see plainsmen, and, of this, I will boast

My heart, it lies far from the east or west coast

This plain to see plainsmen is longin' for home

Longin' for home

I met beautiful women, a pleasure to see

Road-bitten bikers, and barefoot hippies

Junkies and saints on my travels, I'd greet

But far too few 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 plainsmen, and, of this, I will boast

My heart, it lies far from the east or west coast

This plain to see plainsmen is longin' for home

Longin' for home