Lyrics:
Of fleecy white clouds overhead
Where symphonys ring from birds on the wing
And the grass is like a soft feather bed
Take me back to the prairie
Back
through
To teach important things to you
He'll teach you things you won't forget
Like numbers and the alphabet
(pic of Herry monster in red-white
I long for a trip, I don't need no grip, I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air, I guess it's in my hide
For the clickity-clack
I will long for a trip, don't need no grip
I'm takin' one more ride
'Way out there in the prairie air
I guess it's in my hide
For the clickety-clack
Who's got a head o' hair to match up with the raven?
Who's got the prairie sun in every smile?
Who's got good credit yet with ol' Mother Nature?
many miles I am away
From a place I rode my pony through the drove
Where the oak and blackjack trees kiss the playful prairie breeze
In the Oklahoma
the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong
Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
here today
I am many miles away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
the playful prairie breeze
And I feel back in those hills
Where I belong
Now as I turn life a page
To the land of the great Osage
In those Oklahoma hills
are these to hear
From Yellow Dog, whom a white man fears?
Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay to see
are these to hear
From Yellow Dog, whom a white man fears?
Oh, I take only what is mine, Lord
My pony, my squaw, and my child
I can't stay to see
There's a prairie fire burning in my mind baby tonight With the coals stoked glowing hot 'til they get bright white
So come on you gotta tag along
of the past
Close your eyes and take a peek
The truth is easy to see
We were here
Roaming on the endless prairie
Writing an endless story
Building
épaule,
Nous irons jusqu'au saule
tout vert de jeunes pousses.
A pleines mains alors
Qui de nous dit assez ?
Nous pourrons amasser
orchis et boutons d'or.
Yeah, the whole town came out to watch
The day the paved the parking lot
Somebody hung a ribbon up
And then they cut it down
And that big white
House on the prairie
It's just the American dream
Bright white light
He's a Rogaine thing
She's just my American queen
Thin white lines
She's a cocaine
High, Wide and Handsome
Down from the great white north
More than enough and then some
Swept her up on his own
Tumbleweeds were meant to
Get
here today
I am many miles away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the oak and blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
prairie breeze
In those Oklahoma Hills where I was born
[Chorus]
As I turn life a page to the land of the great Osage
To those Oklahoma Hills where
here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the Oak and Blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In
I long for a trip, I don't need no grip, I'm takin' one more ride
Way out there in the prairie air, I guess it's in my hide
For the clickity-clack
There`s a piece of prairie with a white picket gate.
The geographic center of the lower 48.
How long it`s been in our family is anybody`s guess.
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads.
Pass the lone church spire.
Pass the talking wire from where to who knows?
here today
Many miles I am away
From the place I rode my pony through the draw
Where the Oak and Blackjack trees
Kiss the playful prairie breeze
In
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