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Greg Brown The Iowa Waltz

where I was born, And here's where I'm goin' to stay. [Chorus:] Iowa, Iowa, Winter, spring, summer and fall. Come and see, come dance with me, To the beautiful Iowa Waltz

One is long and one is short, One is thin and one is stout. In the morning when they wake, Only one's breakfast can I make. One dances and knows How

I look down the road far as I can see, Hey, far as I can see, King Corn, King Corn, stare right back at me Queen Bee, Queen Bee, take the king by the

Some say that heaven is beyond the blue, But I've done some looking, and I don't think that's true. Lookin' up from the flatlands, birds and clouds floating

s where I was born, And here's where I'm goin' to stay. [Chorus:] Iowa, Iowa, Winter, spring, summer and fall. Come and see, come dance with me, To the beautiful Iowa Waltz

Last fall it was dry, oh my, oh my, You could ask the smartweed; maybe the smartweed knows why. And then Mr. Corn Borer, he brought his whole family,