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I have reached the land of drought and heat,
Where nothing grows for a man to eat;
The wind that blows this awful heat, -
In all this world is hard to beat.

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0 Dakota land, sweet Dakota land,
As on the burning soil I stand,
And look away across the plains
And wonder why it doesn't rain,
Till Gabriel blows the trumpet sound,
And sad the rain has gone around.

The farmer goes out in his corn,
And there he stands and looks forlorn;
He stands and looks and is most shocked
To see the corn has missed the stock.

We have no wheat, we have no oats,
We have no corn to feed our shoats;
Our chickens are too poor to eat,
Our hogs go squealing down the street.

Our fuel is of the cheapest kind,
Our women are all of one mind;
With bag in hand and upturned nose,
They pick the chips of buffaloes.

Our horses are of Broncho race,
Starvation stares them in the face;
We do not live, we only stay,
We are too poor to get away.
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AddedMay 15th, 2018
Last updatedMarch 6th, 2022
About"Dakota Land" is a classic among "sodbuster" songs. It has been localized in half the states from the Mississippi to the Pacific Coast. It served the first sett' er to relieve his soul concerning the hardships of subjecting virgin lands to the plow. Note that its melody is to be found in numerous other songs: "Beulah Land," "Maryland, My Maryland," "Sweet Genevieve," "Tannenbaum." (Melody: traditional. Text A: PNFQ 317. Text B: ·PNFQ 309. Text C: PNFQ 285.)

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