Prairie My Heart - Harlem

Hitched a ride down south

Wake the man with no teeth

Send your maw a postcard

Tell her that you wore fleece

Prairie, my heart

Prairie, my heart

America is miles of nothing

Under big old skies

Scared as a rabbit

Look in my eyes

Prairie, my heart

Prairie, my heart

You got some needle and you got some thread

Got as close as you get to them

Texas is mysterious and lame

But I love her all the same