New Music: Wild across the Prairie

We have a bunch of new songs to share with you. This one’s called “Wild across the Prairie.”

It’s a true story put together from bits and pieces of our adventure from the North East to the Midwest — especially focusing in on Kansas and the prairie. I’d never been to Kansas until shows brought us there. We saw the “ruts from the wheels of the wagon trains.” We saw the “aster and the broomweed.” We saw those shiny stars in the Kansas sky.

Kansas has such an incredible history and cast of characters. "Wild Bill" Hickok met "Buffalo Bill" Cody there when "Buffalo Bill" was a kid riding for the Pony Express. Coronado traveled through there searching for the Cities of Gold.

Here is a glimpse of the Konza Prairie — the largest remaining area of unplowed tallgrass prairie in North America. If you part the grass, you’ll find large rocks jutting out of the ground. Locals call these rocks the Guardians of the Prairie, as they protect the prairie from being mowed. Guardians of the Prairie — I think that is so beautiful.

The Konza Prairie in the Flint Hills of Kansas — the largest remaining area of unplowed tallgrass prairie in North America.

We played a house concert in Manhattan at a home that had a fantastic 60s vibe to it, and then, we played a concert series in Topeka that was held in a church. It was fun to sing “here in Topeka” while actually being in Topeka.

 Thanks to our hosts, Jonathan and Mary Lynn, for welcoming us into their beautiful home in Manhattan, Kansas. They run a wonderful house concert series called  Our HOUSE Concert Series , and we were honored to be a part of it.

Thanks to our hosts, Jonathan and Mary Lynn, for welcoming us into their beautiful home in Manhattan, Kansas. They run a wonderful house concert series called Our HOUSE Concert Series, and we were honored to be a part of it.

LYRICS

I pack up my car, and I ride with the moon at my side.
Head out to the prairie where the land is as big as the sky.
And, the grass blows like waves on the sea
— right through the heart of me.

Can you still see the ruts from the wheels of the wagon trains?
Are there prints from the Pony Express worn into the Plains?
Where cowboys on horses roam.
Can you hear them call their cattle home?

Chorus:
Even here we are, running wild across the prairie.
We are swept away like the aster and the broomweed
— blowing fast, blowing far, blowing free.

Well, here in Topeka, I’ve got me a room with a view.
It’s got four wheels and a comfortable seat just for you.
And, I’m dreaming of tales I’ve been told.
Of Coronado and Cities of Gold.

Chorus:
Even here we are, running wild across the prairie.
We are swept away like the aster and the broomweed
— blowing fast, blowing far, blowing free.

A little house on the prairie would suit me ever so fine.
Now, the face of the moon it rolls in along telephone lines.
And, the stars how they shine
in this Kansas sky.

Chorus:
Even here we are, running wild across the prairie.
We are swept away like the aster and the broomweed
— blowing fast, blowing far, blowing free.
Blowing fast, blowing far, blowing free.

Written by Holly Hanson. Performed by Neptune's Car.
© 2018 Wild Braid Music (BMI)