The prairie wind blows with nothing to stop it.

OKLAHOMA LAND RUSH


What you asking me? What happened?
Nothing happened. They let us cross the line
Soon's they cleared the Indians out.

The Indians went off to the reservations.
We crossed the ribbon into the dust.
Dust and spuds. Then the rains: mud and spuds.

Yes, they let us cross the line there.
Soon's they cleared the Indians out first.
The prairie wind blows with nothing to stop it.

Nothing to stop it, the wind just blows.
They cleared the Indians out.
We crossed the ribbon into the dust.

Dust and spuds. Then the rains: mud and spuds.
And corn, beautiful corn tall as any man.
Sows in the crib good for slaughter.

The Indians went off to the reservations.
Where did they go? Probably to die.
What you asking me? What happened then?

We was just a bunch of tenant farmers going to market.
Hogs ready for butcher.
Slice the juggler and bleed it slowly.

Beautiful pig, beautiful corn, always, spuds.
Nothing special happened.
What you asking me about times so long ago for?

The land, we thought we owned it soon's we bought it.
But the land owns you, the land and the politicians.
Just a bunch of tenant farmers going to market.


The railroad come through like we was Indians.
Wholesale price of corn too low.
What can you do but take the best offer?

Beautiful corn, it's a shame to sell it like that.
Beautiful pig, bacon this winter.
We crossed the line soon's the Indians been cleared out.


--David Joseph