Prarie Blues
The alkalai lies in thick patches here
As fresh-fallen snow
Smoke billows, from the early spring burns
And cirrus clouds roll
But everything's pretty much ok...
If you cling tight to your soul
What hasn't been traded off already
For money, or position, or a more important role
The prarie sees....the state I'm in
Even if I pretend to be whole
Perpetuate my illusion
Cut the cards yet again
Ante up....goes the call
I tell you, friend, the prarie knows all
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