Biding my time, in a century gone
I'm a dunce, and you are queen
Wagons on wheels, can you dig into this?
I've got a fortuneteller willing to feel
A dusty blonde
Came prancing along
And she carried the key to my soul
Alas, an old man
Let her see who I am
And she went with the boy next door

Ooh, that man
From the flatland
Took my woman

The heat, it can burn
And the heat, it can turn
A man into a red fire stem
Slowly, we search
For the wagon dust
But the cow
Is screaming in pain
So he came
Like a chill of shame
He smiled when the love
Tore my world down
Maybe the dust
Or her eternal lust
I'll never know about your flatland song