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"Nebraska Land" Lyrics

Historical Folk

I've reached the land of drought and heat,
Where nothing grows for man to eat;
Our horses are the bronco race,
Starvation stares them in the face.

Nebraska land, Nebraska land!
As on the burning soil I stand,
I look away across the plains
And wonder why it never rains.
Then Gabriel blows with trumpet sound
And says the rain has all gone round.

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

We do not live, we only stay,
We are too poor to get away;
Some day we'll reap more than we sow,
Then we'll have cash enough to go.

Our buildings here are made of sod,
Our hope and trust are still in God;
The schoolhouse here is made of turf,
The children all are full of mirth.
This song was submitted on May 15th, 2018.
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"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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