There's a yellow school bus down an old country road
Sand dunes driftin' where the west winds have blowed
There's cows in the meadows and there's crows in the corn
And here I still am in the land where I was born
Well there's highlines as far as a good eye can see
I can't hear them humming though, they're too far from me
But the silence is broken when the wind is so still
By a man in a tractor in a far away hill
This earth's been plowed under and over and out
And farmers all know what dirt's all about
But a man from the city really has to be told
There's more to the country than the country can hold
[ harmonica ]
So if you're dreaming of far away places and towns
The price can be heavy for hanging around
But there's priceless companions down an old country road
You can see them driftin' where the west winds has blow'd