cruisin’ through the dust,
bouncin’ off the wild,
west wind,
slicin’ through west
texas,
the far west okie
panhandle,
passin’ the cattle corrals
of kansas, blue flox hills
east of wichita,
walnut trees, small
lakes, creeks with water,
the creamy missouri
running through it all
not to
mention the mighty mississippi
takin’ minnesota
mud to the gulf,
fields waiting for corn,
corn, corn, corn,
big, green
john deere all over
the back roads and
some of the main
roads, no explanation
needed,
old abe’s well worn
nose, gov’s in the
hooscow,
black soil, tornadoes
roaring through one
day in advance, lives
changed forever while
the road runs on,
snowy rain
blowin’ in the wind
over the
big lake, sand
whippin’ up along
the shore
peltin’
cars
goin’ north,
spring in the air
in the fair
northern midwest —
goin’ home,
goin’ home,
Lord, we’re
goin home, sweet home.