Welcome To The Plains - Wyatt Flores

Lyrics by：Wyatt Flores/Ketch Secor

Composed by：Wyatt Flores/Ketch Secor

Produced by：Beau Bedford

From 500 feet above in a fire was a morning dove

Searching for a place to land

I'd perch up on the turnpike

Watch old sedans and semis

And wonder where they're going and where they've been

And looking back now through the years

Before the hands of man were here

Rusty shovels found black gold

And tumbleweeds were free like the Choctaw and Cherokee

Before they had to call this land their home

If only they could see how it's gone

Now it's red dirt tears and broken mirrors

And a little trailrr park just south of here

End of the world is getting near but I still feel the same

And it's red dirt poor and wanting more

Mr Weatherman knocking at my door

Where dreams go drying up like rain

Welcome to the plains

And if I was a coyote running

Stealing on the Cimarron

Looking for a place to cool my head

Find shelter from the voices

Telling me my only choices

Are to get up get gone keep moving west

If I ever left those eyes would fill up fast with

Red dirt tears and broken mirrors

And a little trailer park just south of here

End of the world is getting near but I still feel the same

And it's red dirt poor and wanting more

Mr Weatherman knocking at my door

Where dreams go drying up like rain

Where dreams go drying up like rain

Welcome to the plains

Now it's red dirt tears and broken mirrors

And a little trailer park just south of here

End of the world is getting near but I still feel the same

And it's red dirt poor and wanting more

Mr Weatherman knocking at my door

Where dreams go drying up like rain

Where dreams go drying up like rain

Where dreams go drying up like rain

Welcome to the plains

Welcome to the plains

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