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