where the rivers run free?
That's a place where I think
Where the corn stands high,
On the great plains of old
In school I learned a man
but not of those who died by the whole.
The land has drunk the rains
of many a farmer's blood,
not forgotten and buried long ago.
that plowed fields without sleep,
And where's the feet to walk
on their way to seek their
And where are the fathers
Those are things I guess my
So have you heard about a country
where the rivers run free?
That's a place where I think
Where the corn stands high,
On the great plains of old
Now you tell me droughts hurt,
you smile and say how time's gone away
that these are better days
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 that never really were
but are only tales and books do you read?
So have you heard about a country
where the rivers run free?
That's a place where I think
where the corn stands high,
on the great plains of old