I come from a land that is harsh and unforgiving
Winter snows can kill you
And the summer burn you dry
When a change in the weather
Makes a difference to your living
You keep one eye on the banker
And another on the sky

But oh I get caught by those wide open spaces
Caught by the sight of those straight horizon lines
Caught by the sight of those lined open faces
Weathered over trouble and time

'Cause that big old flatland
She doesn't suffer fools lightly
Watch yours step if you're new around
Brown broke down in a blizzard last winter
Tried to walk and froze to death fifty feet from town

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But oh I get caught by those blue spring ditches
Farmers seeding hoping it will pay
Hoping that July won't see their hearts
Caught in that topsoil
Watching the wind blow it away

You can work all year
You can get it in the bin
There's no telling what price you get or if it sells
You just hope you can hold on so
You don't end up like the neighbors
Him and her they're weeping as the auctioneer yells

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Comments:
I wrote this on a drive out of Winnipeg to a concert in Balder, Manitoba. I had just come back from Boston and I was thinking about where I was from and what makes me the way I am.

Copywrite Connie Kaldor, Coyote Entertainement Quebec Canada