High Plains

High Plains, walking all alone on the High Plains
The wind blowing so hard I can't stand it
The woman on my mind and the bottle in my hand
Are the only things I know that can get me off these High Plains

Blue Norther, blowing up the dust and making such a fuss
Can't think about nothing but a hot meal and cold beer
Warm bed and a warmer woman
Feeling fine, about damn time, finally got off them High Plains

When you're out on your own, so far away from home
Walking a road that feels like nobody's ever trod
People always say tomorrow will be a better day
But I don't think they ever felt this way, no way

Keepin' on, movin' through the West like the C&O
Chuggin' along, chuggin' mucho dong
Think them things must grow on trees
But nobody, likes it better than me