Flyover Country from Driftless by Harry Kimball

I knew I crossed a line when I crossed the line into Houston County
I recognized a special Tri-state feeling I can’t hope to understand
But I’ll keep trying

Whether I’m in Hokah or Mt. Kisco, Texarkana, Tonopah
There’s a calculus of borders and the meaning we give lines upon the land

Yesterday I drove past a quarry I had seen from the air
Boy, these East Coast-types must seem so lame, saying “it’s different being there”

Oh to be free in flyover country
To take a step outside myself and find I’m firmly on the ground

The people where I’m from, everyone wants to not be where they are
I know things ain’t so different here but humor me, I’ve traveled very far

Oh to be free in flyover country
To take a step outside myself and find I’m firmly on the ground

Saw a sign for Myrah, spun a vision of some occult prairie scene
The things you take for granted in Spring Grove are all still secrets to me

Oh to be free in God’s own country

• Americana
• Rock
• acoustic guitar
• folk rock
• indie rock
• singer-songwriter
• Lisbon