This Old Heart

Born and raised in a prairie town Just a kid full of dreams We didn't have much but an old radio Music came from places we'd never been Growing up in a prairie town Learning to drive in the snow Not much to do so you start a band And soon you've gone as far as you can go Winter nights are long, summer days are gone Portage and Main fifty below Springtime melts the snow, rivers overflow Portage and Main fifty below Portage and Main fifty below All the bands in a prairie town Try to outdo the next in line Learning records out of Liverpool Dreams of England on their Minds On the other side of Winnipeg Neil and The Squires played the Zone But then he went to play For awhile in Thunder Bay He never looked back and he's never coming home Just a band from a prairie town Sometimes we'd drive from coast to coast One call from LA and we'd pack and fly away But in our hearts we're always prairie folk Looking back at a prairie town People ask me why I went away To fly with the best, sometimes you have to leave the nest But the prairies made me what I am today