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