Lyrics: Colter Wall
Music: Colter Wall
I cut through the Rockies like some unholy blade
The icy depths of the Pacific, I have bathed
Wherever I wander, wherever I stray
The rustle of wheat fields start callin' my name
Callin' my name
Let me die in the country that I love the most
I'm a plain to see plainsmen, and, of this, I will boast
My heart, it lies far from the east or west coast
This plain to see plainsmen is longin' for home
Longin' for home
Well, the north folk are dandy, they don't mind the cold
The south has filled up both my belly and soul
I know when I'm gray, and I know when I'm old
These bones will cry out for the place they were born
The place they were born
Let me die in the country that I love the most
I'm a plain to see plainsmen, and, of this, I will boast
My heart, it lies far from the east or west coast
This plain to see plainsmen is longin' for home
Longin' for home
I met beautiful women, a pleasure to see
Road-bitten bikers, and barefoot hippies
Junkies and saints on my travels, I'd greet
But far too few homesick, young plainsmen like me
Plainsmen like me
Let me die in the country that I love the most
I'm a plain to see plainsmen, and, of this, I will boast
My heart, it lies far from the east or west coast
This plain to see plainsmen is longin' for home
Longin' for home