| LyricsVerse 1
 A prairie wind, rolling thunderheads,
 80 miles of horizon straight from some damn book I read,
 Dakota fields, blend to Montana skies,
 and this ribbon of asphalt stretching endless before my eyes
 Chorus
 Making no exception to the rule that I have followed here
 nothing but the sun to guide my way there
 hope I find some gold behind, this rainbow that I’m chasing down,
 it’s where I’m bound, it’s where I’m bound, it’s where I’m bound, to this big sky town
 
 Verse 2
 I’m hearing laughter, from ghosts of horse thieves and golddiggers
 ringing in my ears, echoed 150 years
 I’m moving forward, pushed or pulled well I don’t know
 am I soaring like the hawk, or steady like the crow
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