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Tune: Beulah Land
| G | |
| I've | reached the land of desert sweet, |
| D7 | G | |
| Where | nothing grows for | man to eat; |
The wind that blows this awful heat,
| D7 | G | |
| In | all this world is | hard to beat. |
Chorus:
| G | D7 | |
| O | Dakota land, sweet Da | kota land, |
| G | |
| As on the burning | soil I stand, |
And look away across the plains
| D7 | G | |
| And | wonder why it | never rains; |
Till Gabriel blows the trumpet sound,
| D7 | G | |
| And s | ays 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 bronco 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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