Plains of Nebrasky-o

[Verse 1]
Have you heard about a country where the rivers run free?
That's a place where I think you ought to go
Where the corn stands high, tall as the sky
On the great plains of Old Nebrasky-o

[Verse 2]
In school I learned of men who died by the gun
But not of those who died by the hoe
The land has drunk the rains of many a farmer's blood
Now forgotten and buried long ago

[Verse 3]
Where are the hands that plowed fields without sleep
Hands that saved a dyin' calf without rest?
And where's the feet that walked down a-hot dusty trails
On their way to seek their fortune goin' west?

[Verse 4]
And where are the fathers who died in the dust
And mothers who fell hung to the snow?
And where's the kids that watched the banks plow their houses down?
Those are the things, I guess, my teachers never knowed

[Verse 5]
Is there anybody left to walk a muddy mile?
Is courage a word that's only said?
Is it true them dusty days are days never really were
But are only tales in books to be read?

[Verse 6]
Now, you tell me dust hurts only corn and not men
You tell me hard times have gone away
I guess I should listen to city politicians
Who tell me these are better days

[Verse 7]
So have you heard about a country where the rivers run free
That's a place where I think you ought to go
Where the corn stands high, tall as the sky
On the great plains of Old Nebrasky-o

[Outro]
Oh-ho, mm, mm-hmm