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Ah, Nebraska land,
Sweet Nebraska land
Upon thy burning soil I stand
And I look away across the plains
And I wonder why it never rains
We’ve reached the land of desert sweet
Where nothing grows for man to eat
And the wind that blows with every sheet
Across those plains so hard to beat
That’s Nebraska land,
Sweet Nebraska land
Upon thy burning soil I stand
And I look away across the plains
And I wonder why it never rains
We have no wheat, we have no oats
We have no corn to feed our shoats
Our chickens are so very poor
They beg for crumbs outside our door
In Nebraska land,
Sweet Nebraska land
Upon thy burning soil I stand
And I look away across the plains
And I wonder why it never rains
Our horses are a bronco race
Starvation stares them in the face
We do not live, we only stay
Cause we’re too poor to move away
From Nebraska land,
Sweet Nebraska land
Upon thy burning soil I stand
And I look away across the plains
And I wonder why it never rains
Roger Welsch
No reason, been wanting to post this somewhere, this seamed about as appropriate …being in Nebraskaland