My home is the deepest, greenest ocean I know
with the widest running prairie and cold
cold windy nights, I’ve been driving alone.
Yeah, that’s home - the place no one else cares to go
the summers they burn through the snow
the yellow sun, it dies, as it dives down below
Ain’t it like Nebraska to kick you when you’re down
when the bottle is up and the world’s gonna drown?
Ain’t it like Nebraska to feed you when you’re full
and her trains keep on pushing though they’re all out of coal
This sky - well it don’t dance like she does at night
with every old light burning bright
and yearning to fight, fight to the white.
And my eyes, they’ve been passed down from your hands to mine
the blue in them it seems to remind of summer wine and the songs of you’re time.
Ain’t it like Nebraska to smile when you’re down?
There’s a green in the garden when the rain won’t come out.
Ain’t it like Nebraska to bleed when you ache?
To replace what’s been missing when there’s none left to take.
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