(D)Grand Prairie, Texas, home on the range
I come here for salvation but I'm just another stranger
On a (G)strip highway
Where nobody (D)stops or stays
(A)Hell-bent on revival, lookin to grow some roots
I have (G)mortgaged my survival
For these worn out cowboy boots
But there's (D)just one horse in forty miles
And he's the prize possession of the (G)Dallas zoo
And he feels like a (D)stranger, too
Old (D)Silver, take me riding through the foothills of my life
I went easy in the saddle with a lever-action rifle
And a (G)tin canteen
Through a (D)field of dreams
(A)Way out by the Beltline where the armadillos play
With the (G)noble bootjack rabbit in the evening of the day
Oh (D)where my brothers have you gone
For I return to thank you for the (G)gifts you gave
But the (D)field is paved (G)(D) . . . (A)(G) . . .(D)
(D)These nights I work the graveyard at the Burger King downtown
I get off in the morning and I lay my wages down
At the con(G)venience store
Where stood my (D)old front door
St. (A)Peter when you call me, you can find me waiting here
Be(G)neath this sad mimosa tree with a quart of drive-thru beer
For (D)home is in the heartland but the heartland cannot save you
When the (G)heart is gone
And (D)home's moved on
