Words & Music by Tim Hus
Copyright Tim Hus Music 2006

They closed down the stockyards and they tore up the tracks
Now it’s faded away to just a name on the map
A café and a four-way and a hotel saloon
Regrets of the memories that never came true
But the billboard at the post office says we’re coming through
On the never ending highways great plains tour

The diesels and the Greyhounds, they know how it feels
We spend our nights on the stage and our days at the wheel
There’s smoke on the bull fiddle and horse hair on the bow
Mileage on the strings and rosin on the road
Tuned flat to the flatland on a stretch straight and true
On the never ending highways great plains tour

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From Fairbanks to Flin Flon we’ll play them all
Hotels and barrooms, rodeos and halls
A string of one-nighters one day at a time
We’ll play them all Spider and I

From the dark territory on the bison bone range
All the Forts and the Lacs, the Prince’s and Saints
From a Bar Named Sue down to Boundary Creek
And the Mosquito River Inn, we spent a month there one week
And if the Sasquatch hadn’t burned down we would’ve played there to
On the never ending highways great plains tour

All the kickers and the cowboys out on the edge
We’ll tune up tonight and play one more set
The empty glass bottles are all in a line
We made friends across the country a table at a time
And we’ll see them the next time that we’re passing through
On the never ending highways great plains tour

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On the never ending highways great plains tour