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Letras: Prairie Wind

01. The Painter
02. No Wonder
03. Falling Off the Face of the Earth
04. Far from Home
05. It's a Dream
06. Prairie Wind
07. Here for You
08. This Old Guitar
09. He Was the King
10. When God Made Me


The Painter

The painter stood
Before her work
She looked around every where
She saw the pictures and she painted them
She picked the colors from the air

Green to green
Red to red
Yellow to yellow
In the light
Black to black
When the evening comes
Blue to blue
In the night

It's a long road
Behind me
It's a long road
Ahead

If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might
Get
Lost.

She towed the line
She held her end up
She did the work of too many
But in the end
She fell down
Before she got up again

I keep my friends eternally
We leave our tracks in the sound
Some of them are with me now
Some of them can't be found

It's a long road behind me
And I miss you now

If you follow every dream
You might get lost
If you follow every dream
You might
Get
Lost.


No Wonder

See the bluebird flyin' easy as a dream
dippin' and bobbin' in the sun
Could she be the one I saw so long ago
could she be the one to take me home

This pasture is green I'm walking in the sun
It's turning brown I'm standing in the rain
My overcoat is worn the pockets are all torn
I'm moving away from the pain

Tick tock the clock on the wall
No wonder we're losin time
Ring ring the old church bell
The bride and her love
Seeking guidance from above

Amber waves of grain bow in the prairie wind
I'm hearin' willie singing on the rail again
That song from 911 keeps ringin in my head
I'll always remember somethin' Chris Rock said

Don't send more candles no matter what you do
Then Willie stopped singin' and the prairie wind blew
The grain kept rollin on for miles and miles
Fields of fuel rollin' on for miles

Tick tock the clock on the wall
No wonder we're losin time
Torn torn the fallen soldier fell
The old church on the hill
Still standin' when so many fell

Back when I was young the birds blocked out the sun
Before the great migration stopped
We only shot a few they last the winter through
Mother cooked them good and served them up

Somewhere a senator sits in a leather chair
Behind a big wooden desk
The caribou he killed mean nothing to him
He took his money just like all the rest

Tick tock the clock on the wall
No wonder we're losin' time
Ring ring ring the wedding bells
The bride takes the ring
And the happy people sing


Falling Off the Face of the Earth

I'd just like to thank you
For all of the things you've done
I've been thinkin' about you
I just want to send my love

I send my best to you
That's my message of love
For all the things you did
I can never thank you enough

Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth

I just want to tell you
You sure mean a lot to me
It may sound simple
But you are the world to me

It's such a precious thing
The time we share together
I must apologize
For the troubled times

Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth

Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth
Falling off the face of the earth
Feel like I'm falling
Falling off the face of the earth


Far from Home

When I was a growing boy
Rockin' on my daddy's knee
Daddy took an old guitar and sang
"Bury me on the lone prairie"

Uncle Bob sat at the piano
My girl cousins sang harmony
Those were the good old family times
That left a big mark on me

Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky
And then I won't be far from home

Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me
'Cause then I won't be far from home

Walkin' down the Trans-Canada Highway
I was talkin' to a firefly
Tryin' to make my way to Nashville, Tennessee
When another car passed me by

Some day I'm gonna get some money
And buy myself a big old car
Make my way down the promised land
Then I'm gonna go really far

Bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
Where the Canada geese once filled the sky
And then I won't be far from home

Just bury me out on the prairie
Where the buffalo used to roam
You won't have to shed a tear for me
'Cause then I won't be far from home


It's a Dream

In the morning when I wake up and listen to the sound
Of the birds outside on the roof,
I try to ignore what the paper says
And I try not to read all the news
And I hold you if you've had a bad dream
And I hope it never comes true
'cause you and I been through so many things together
And the sun starts climbin' the roof....

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fadin' away
It's only a dream
Just a memory
Without anywhere to stay

The Red River still flows through my hometown
Rollin' and tumblin' on its way
Swirlin' around the old bridge pilings
Where a boy fishes the mornin' away
His bicycle leans on an oak tree
While the cars rumble over his head
An airplane leaves a trail in an empty blue sky
And the young birds call out to be fed

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fadin' away
Only a dream
Just a memory
Without anywhere to stay

An old man walks along the sidewalk
With sunglasses and an old Stetson hat
all winds blow the back of his overcoat away
As he stops with a policeman to chat
And a train rolls out of the station
That was really somethin' in its day
Pickin' up speed on the straight prairie rails
As it carries the passengers away

It's gone
It's only a dream
And it's fading now
Fadin' away
Only a dream
Just a memory
Without anywhere to stay

It's a dream
Only a dream
And it's fading now
Fadin' away
It's only a dream
Just a memory
Without anywhere to stay


Prairie Wind

Tryin' to remember what my Daddy said
Before too much time took away his head
He said we're goin' back and I'll show you what I'm
talkin' about
Goin' back to Cypress River, back to the old farm
house

Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Tryin' to remember what Daddy said
Prairie wind blowin' through my head

I tried to tell the people but they never heard a
word I said
They say there's nothin' out there but wheatfields
anyway
Just the farmer's wife hangin' laundry in her
backyard
Out on the prairie where winds blow long and hard

Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Tryin' to remember what Daddy said
Prairie wind blowin' through my head

Late at night, lights dancin' in the northern sky
Like the Indian spirits, tryin' to show me how to fly
You can see into the future but it may be a mirage
Like a new car sittin' there in your old garage

Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Tryin' to remember what Daddy said

There's a place on the prairie where evil and
goodness play
Daddy told me all about it but I don't remember what
he said
It might be afternoon and it might be the dead of
night
But you'll know when you see it 'cause it sure is a
helluva sight

Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Prairie wind blowin' through my head
Tryin' to remember what Daddy said
Prairie wind blowin' through my head

Repeats.....


Here for You

When your summer days come tumblin' down
And you find yourself alone
Then you can come back and be with me
Just close your eyes and I'll be there
Listen to the sound
Of this old heart
Beating for you

Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you

When the winter comes to your new home
And snowflakes are fallin' down
Then you can come back and be with me
Just close your eyes and I'll be there
Listen to the sound
Of this old heart
Beating for you

Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you

In the spring protective arms surround you
In the fall we let you go your way
Happiness, I know will always find you
And when it does, I hope that it will stay

Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you

Yes I miss you
But I never want to hold you down
You might say
I'm here for you

I'll always be here for you


This Old Guitar

This old guitar ain't mine to keep
Just takin' care of it now
It's been around for years and years
Just waitin' in its old case

It's been up and down the country roads
It's brought a tear and a smile
It's seen it's share of dreams and hopes
It never went out of style

The more I play it, the better it sounds
It cries when I leave it alone
Silently, it waits for me
Or someone else I suppose

This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar

This old guitar has caught some breaks
But it's never searched for gold
It can't be blamed for my mistakes
It only does what it's told

It's been a messenger in times of trouble
In times of hope and fear
When I get drunk and seein' double
It jumps behind the wheel and steers

This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's mine to play for awhile
This old guitar ain't mine to keep
It's only mine for awhile

This old guitar
This old guitar
This old guitar


He Was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was shootin' at a color TV
The phones were ringin' in the Pink Motel
And the rest is history
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was singin' a gospel song
You could tell he had the feelin'
And the whole world sang along
He was the King
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was up on the silver screen
Pushin' a plow in a black and white movie
And everybody started to scream
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
It was some kind of Vegas dream
Spotlights flashed on a silver cape
And a blue haired lady screamed
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was frontin' a three piece band
Rockin' on the back of a flatbed truck
With an old guitar in his hand
He was the King

The last time I saw Elvis
He was ridin' in a pink Cadillac
Wind was blowin' through his hair
And he never did look back
He was the King

Thank ya very much


When God Made Me

Was he thinking about my country
Or the color of my skin?
Was he thinking 'bout my religion
and the way I worshipped him?

Did he create just me in his image
Or every living thing?
When God made me
When God made me
Was he planning only for believers
Or for those who just have faith?
Did he envision all the wars
That were fought in his name?

Did he say there was only one way
To be close to him?
When God made me
When God made me

Did he give me the gift of love
To say who I could choose?
When God made me
When God made me

When God made me
When God made me

Did he give me the gift of voice
So some could silence me?
Did he give me the gift of vision
Not knowing what I might see?

Did he give me the gift of compassion
To help my fellow man?
When God made me