Welcome To The Plains (Live At Cain’s Ballroom)

Lyrics

[Verse 1] From five hundred feet above And if I was a mourning dove Searchin' for a place to land I'd perch up on the turnpike Watch old sedans and semis Wonder where they're going Where they've been [Verse 2] Looking back now through all the years Before the hands of man were here Rusty shovels found black hold 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 tears and broken mirrors In a little trailer park just south of here End of the world is gettin' 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 Stealin' 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 movin' west [Pre-Chorus] But if I never left Those eyes would fill up fast with [Chorus] Red dirt tears and broken mirrors In a little trailer park just south of here End of the world is gettin' 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 [Instrumental] [Chorus] Now it's red dirt tears and broken mirrors In a little trailer park just south of here End of the wrold is gettin' 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 One, two, three, four