Sweet Niobrara

I love the feeling of the highway

And the rumble and the kick beneath my toes

The freedom of the asphalt, the smell of it still lingers on my clothes

Double lines, like dominoes, fall against each other on the open road

I won't forget you when you're next to me

I'll sound the horn to keep you awake

Sweet Niobrara, in the morning, I will leave for Valentine

Highway 12 is a fine stretch of country to clear a foggy mind

Oh, Niobrara, I am leaving you behind

Stopping for a miller, dirty glasses from the farmers' muddy hands

They're cracking jokes across the bar

A day of working on their precious land

Near the end of harvest, the clouds, they roam like buffalo in the sky

A simple way of living, can sharpen up the dullest of knives

Sweet Niobrara, in the morning, I will leave for Valentine

Highway 12 is a fine stretch of country to clear a foggy mind

Oh, Niobrara, I am leaving you behind

Sweet Niobrara, in the morning, I will leave for Valentine, oh

Highway 12 is a fine stretch of country to clear a foggy mind

Oh, Niobrara, I am leaving you

Niobrara, I am leaving you

Niobrara, I am leaving you behind