(*Lund, Harry Stinson)
This is my prairie, this is my home
I'll make my stand here and I'll die alone
They can drill, they can mine o'er my smouldering bones
Cuz this is my prairie, this is my home
The water is poison, my calves are all dead
My children are sick and the aquifer's bled
They want a big pipeline right thru Pop's grove
This is my prairie, this is my home
I can't blame the riggers or the guys drivin' truck
For feedin' their families and makin' a buck
But take a close look at the stock that you own
Cuz' this is my prairie, this is my home
I don't got the money that lawyers can buy
I don't got my own government's laws on my side
But I got this old rifle that my grand daddy owned
And this is my prairie, this is my home
This is my prairie, this is my home
I'll make my stand here and I'll die alone
They can drill they can mine o'er my mouldering bones
Cuz this is my prairie, this is my home
