Sweet Dakota Land We've reached the land of drought and heat, Where nothing grows for man to eat We do not live, we only stay We are too poor to get away. cho: Dakota land, sweet Dakota land As on the highest butte I stand And look away across the plains And wonder why it never rains. 'Til Gideon blows his trumpet sound And says the rain has gone around. We have no grain, we have no oats We have no corn to feed our shoats The pigs go crying down the lane They wonder why it never rains. Our horse is of the bronco race Starvation stares him in the face God in His mercy give us grace The people of Dakota land. Our women are all of one kind Our women are all of one mind With balking hands and turned-up nose They gather chips of buffaloes And with a smile upon our lips, We gather up the buffalo chips. From Prarie Home Companion Songbook RG
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