Lyrics

[Verse 1] From 500 feet above and if I was a morning dove Searching for a place to land I'd perch up on the turnpike Watch old sedans and semis And wonder where they're going and where they've been [Verse 2] And looking back now through the years Before the hands of man were here Rusty shovels found black gold And tumbleweeds were free like the Choctaw and Cherokee Before they had to call this land their home If only they could see how it's gone [Chorus] Now it's red dirt tеars and broken mirrors And a little trailer park just south of hеre End of the world is getting near but I still feel the same And it's red dirt poor and wanting more Mr. Weatherman knocking at my door Where dreams go drying up like rain Welcome to the plains [Verse 3] And if I was a coyote running Stealing on the Cimarron Looking for a place to cool my head Find shelter from the voices Telling me my only choice is Get up, get gone, keep moving west And If I ever left, those eyes would fill up fast with [Chorus] Red dirt tears and broken mirrors And a little trailer park just south of here End of the world is getting near but I still feel the same And it's red dirt poor and wanting more Mr. Weatherman knocking at my door Where dreams go drying up like rain Where dreams go drying up like rain Welcome to the plains [Chorus] Now it's red dirt tears and broken mirrors And a little trailer park just south of here End of the world is getting near but I still feel the same And it's red dirt poor and wanting more Mr. Weatherman knocking at my door Where dreams go drying up like rain Where dreams go drying up like rain Where dreams go drying up like rain Welcome to the plains Welcome to the plains Welcome to the plains (1, 2, 3, 4)