Flat Land (Feat. Josh Abbott Band, Flatland Cavalry, William Clark Green & John Baumann)

I was born out under open sky, I never had a home
But for this endless prairie, where the ancient spirits roam
Like a phantom I elude the rifle scope and pistol sight
Howling at the crescent moon, rising slow tonight

Over Flat Land

I roam the open country with no equal in my view
My numbers once were many, now they are but few
It sounds like heaven’s judgment when my herd and I do run
No longer terrorized by thunder from the hunter’s gun

On Flat Land
Oh, on Flat Land

I was here for generations long before the age of man
Before cars and planes, trucks and trains, native to this land
I’ve seen your cities rise I’ve seen the boom, I’ll see the bust
I will see your bones bleach in the sun and slowly turn to dust

On Flat Land
Oh, on Flat Land

I soar upon the sacred wind between the earth and sky
There’s no place upon creation’s face safe for you to hide
When I fold my wings behind me and I rocket to the ground
Should my talons find their mark it’s quite a long way down

To Flat Land

I make my bed beneath the earth, I rise up with the sun
To warm my blood upon the stone, until the day is done
Cursed to crawl upon the earth, I hunt my prey at night
Venom flowing through my fangs with lighting speed I strike

On Flat Land
On the Flat Land

I was here for generations long before the age of man
Before cars and planes, trucks and trains, native to this land
I’ve seen your cities rise I’ve seen the boom, I’ll see the bust
I will see your bones bleach in the sun and slowly turn to dust

On Flat Land
On Flat Land