Plain American Girl

One night as I lay sleeping
And everything was still
I dreamed I saddled up and rode away
To the top of Dead Man’s Hill
I could see from the horizon
To the stars in the Milky Way
I could hear a lone dog crying
And the turning of wheels on the highway
I’ll ride out tonight when the moon is high
Ride away from the world
And I’ll ride out down the Chisolm Trail
I’m a plain American girl
I looked to the east and I looked to the west
Far as the eye could see
I saw a man — he had a plow in his hand
And he said, «What will become of me?»
Indian maid, why do you stand so still
By the streams that used to flow
She said, «My Gods have told me secrets
You will never know.»
We ride out tonight when the moon is high
Ride away from the world
We ride out down the Mohawk Trail
I’m a plain American girl
These ghostly apparitions
They were so eerie and so strange
I saw the cowboys drive the cattle down
Shadows and dust on the range
And a soldier lay where his blood was shed
He said, «Don't weep for me
My men and I — we still ride
At the call of Reveille»
We ride out tonight when the moon is high
Ride away from the world
And we ride out through the waves of grain
Through the mountains and the valleys and the plains
The Mississippi River runs in my veins
I love the saddle and the feel of the reins
Because I am and I will always remain
A plain American girl