Gary Bragg
High Plains Storm

Kansas Land 

Grandpa left Missouri in 1929.  Rollin’ hills are far behind.

He was just a boy, trying to be a man.  He was workin’ the Kansas land.

Dust on his face, Sunflower state.  Grandpa took what Kansas gave.

Watchin’ the wheat fields grow while the Kansas wind did blow.

Makin’ his life with the Kansas land.

 

In 1954, Grandpa said no more.  Packed six kids and he hit the road.

Colorado he would go and he even took Uncle Joe. 

Said goodbye to the Kansas Land.

Dust on his face, Sunflower state.  Grandpa took what Kansas gave.

Watchin’ the wheat fields grow while the Kansas wind did blow.

Said goodbye to the Kansas land

 

Grandpa cried the day that Grandma passed away. 

Things don’t always go as planned

To Dodge City we would return with Grandma’s ashes in the urn.

Givin’ her back to the Kansas Land. 

Tears on his face, Sunflower state.   Grandpa took what Kansas gave.

Watchin’ the wheat fields grow while the Kansas wind did blow.

Givin’ her back to  the Kansas land

Givin’ her back to  the Kansas land