(dramatic music)
SUSAN WERNER: Whew, baby!
(instrumental country music)
(laughs)
SUSAN: Farming is hot.
Ag is hot.
Food is hot.
Where does food come from?
Who's growing it?
What are those people like?
It just seemed like very, you'll pardon the expression,
fertile territory for writing and song writing
and an expression of affection and humor.
(guitar music)
* Didn't know how to tell you, darling
* I didn't know how to find the words
* But it's been about a hundred years now
* Since I've woken up and heard the birds
* I've had enough of the concrete jungle
* Had enough of the glass and steel *
SUSAN: You smell like cows, you guys.
SUSAN: I wanted to express some of that feeling in a song,
and the basic message of it is,
we are going to live and then pass away,
but the soil is here.
The landscape is here.
Let's honor that because we're not the last ones
to live on this planet.
We're not the last ones who're gonna live on this planet.
(audience applauds)
(guitar music)
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: Are we ready?
BAND MEMBER: Yeah.
(audience applauds)
"The Land Will Outlive Us All" is funded in part by:
The Nebraska Arts Council
and the Nebraska Cultural Endowment
(audience applauds)
(guitar music)
* I didn't know how to tell you, darling
* Didn't know how to find the words
* But it's been about a hundred years now
* Since I've woken up and heard the birds
* I've had enough of the concrete jungle
* Had enough of the glass and steel
* I need a little bit of weeds and thistles
* I need a little bit of something real
* Bye-bye skyline
* Disappearing in the rear view mirror
* Hello sunshine
* And the air is getting clearer
* Love you honey
* But I hope you understand
(guitar music)
* I just gotta get back
* To the land.
(guitar music)
* I grew up on the open prairie
* Sky above, soil underneath
* Alfalfa between my toes
* A blade of oat straw between my teeth
* Yes, I've always been a little bit backwards
* And I do just the best I can
* But I was raised in a barn, my darling
* I was born with a farmer's tan
* Bye-bye skyline
* Disappearing in the rear view mirror
* Hello sunshine
* And the air is getting clearer
* I love you honey, but I hope you understand
* I just gotta get back
* To the land
* And hell if I
* Know what it means
* Might not mean
* A hill of beans
* But I do know what beans mean
* They mean about 12 bucks a bushel
* Corn will bring you six
* I gotta go get my fix, honey
* Bye, bye, bye, bye, bye
(harmonica music)
* Bye-bye skyline
* Leave the city and the clouds behind me
* Hello sunshine
* I'm going where the sun can find me
* Love you honey
* And I know you know me well
* And this time round
* I might be gone a spell
* And if I never return
* Well, sweetheart it's been swell
* But I gotta get back
* I gotta get
* Back
* I gotta get back
* To the land, yeah.
* Oh get back
* Oh get back
* Oh get back to where you once belonged
* On the land, people, yeah.
(harmonica and guitar music)
(audience applauds)
(guitar music)
SUSAN: Thank you, everybody.
The project is called Hayseed,
songs about farms, farmers,
and the people who love them.
This song is called
The Revenge of Kevin Oberbreckling.
(guitar music)
* All the city kids
* They had it better than us
* They got to go have fun
* The minute school was done
* They didn't ride the bus
* All the city kids
* They had brand new Schwinns
* Ours had rusty tires held together with pliers
* And some cotter pins
* All the city kids
* They never did no chores
* We were baling hay
* Milking twice a day
* They were making s'mores
* All the city kids
* All the city kids
* All the city kids
(guitar music)
* All the city kids
* They had their own TVs
* Had carpet on the stairs
* They had bean bag chairs
* They kept diaries
* All the city kids
* They had fluffy little dogs
* A dog that sits and begs
* A dog with all four legs
* Didn't smell like hogs
* All the city kids
* Had fancy clothes
* All the city kids
* Looked down their nose
* Back then
* But that was
* Way back when
* Now all the city kids
* They have become adults
* They wanna be someone
* They wanna get things done
* They wanna get results
* They want organic fruit
* They want organic meat
* Come to the city park
* It's called the farmer's market
* And it fills the street
* And our food is good
* But our price is steep
* It takes them by surprise
* I see them blink their eyes
* I see them nearly weep
* But we were just 4H
* We were the FFA
* High time they learn
* How the tables turn
* Now they're gonna pay
* All the city kids
* All the city kids
(laughs)
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: Are you people in North Platte the city kids?
(audience laughs)
It's a town of 25,000.
Bet you're the city kids.
You know how we knew who the city kids were
in eastern Iowa where I grew up on a farm?
You know how we knew?
They had ski jackets.
(audience laughs)
And they had lift tickets
attached to the tags of their ski jackets,
and they paraded them around school,
and they lorded it over us.
But that was way back when.
(audience laughs)
Now farmers are cool
which is a great thing for those of us
with farming in our heritage and farming in our future.
(birds chirping)
SUSAN: I'm a song writer who grew up
on a farm in eastern Iowa,
and have been lucky enough to have
a career writing songs and performing for people
all over the United States for 25 years.
(gentle guitar music)
SUSAN: So there's that quote
from Paul Harvey, I think the radio announcer, right?
"And God made a farmer."
But God must have distracted momentarily
and so screwed up
and made another musician (laughs).
That's what happened to me.
I don't have it.
My sister has it,
but I don't have it, that impulse to stay
and to garden and to grow things.
I don't have it.
(gentle guitar music)
SUSAN: The good fortune I've had is that
even now my parents still own the farm,
and that permanence is
a real refuge for me, I have to say.
I mean, to go back and see the fields
where your father worked, your brothers worked,
and you yourself drove a baler.
Even though you might not have loved it at the time,
but to see that landscape
and to know the contours of that landscape
and to see that the contours of that landscape are intact
is a great comfort in a life full of change,
in a world full of change.
It's really wonderful to have something
that remains the same.
(piano music)
* Give me Chicago any day
* L.A. may be hot
* Ain't got what we got
SUSAN: But I'm a musician,
and with music, I can express affection and appreciation,
and that's the soul of this project, I think.
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: I had a conversation with Ann Chang,
the artistic director at the Lied Center,
and we had coffee, and we were talking,
and she said, "What are you up to these days?"
I said, well, I've begun to write songs
about the farm and what it means to me.
And she said, "Agriculture, hmm.
"That is something that Nebraskans know a lot about."
And this conversation developed
into a commission by the Lied Center,
along with a partnership
with the Institute of Agriculture and Natural Resources
here at University of Nebraska,
to create a series of songs
almost like paintings
about life for farmers,
and it became this project called Hayseed.
BILL STEPHAN: It was a perfect match for us to
be part of creating a brand new work of art
that celebrates agriculture, farms, farming,
and the people who love them.
(bird squawking)
(gentle guitar music)
(birds chirping)
(gentle guitar music)
* With your eyes to the West
(guitar music)
* You keep watching the sky
* While the leaves start to curl
* 'Cause the crops are so dry
* It's like everyone says
* It does no good to complain
* But it gives you something to do
* While you wait for
* The rain
* Take a walk through the fields
* The corn's about to set ears
(lap steel guitar music)
* Start praying to God
* Though you haven't in years
* You hope the old man can hear
* 'Cause you're feeling some pain
* From the bills coming in
* While you wait for
* The rain
* And just off to the North
* See the clouds rolling by
* You hear the thunder
* And have you been especially
* Selected for torture
* You wonder
* 'Cause you can't tear it up
* Can't replant
* And you can't plow
* It under
* And it's getting
* Late
* It's getting so late
* While the rest of the world
* Just continues to spin
* They got business to do
* Businesses you ain't in
* And some place like Taiwan
* Gets a damn hurricane
* While you spit in the dirt
* While you wait for
* The rain
(lap steel guitar music)
* And you step cross the fractures and cracks
* Where the earth's
* Torn asunder
* And it's getting
* Late
* It's already too
* Late
* Get an inch or get two
(gentle guitar music)
* Or get something quite small
* By the end of July
* It makes no difference at all
* Hundred thousands of bucks
* Are going right down the drain
* So say goodbye to your year
* Finish off one more beer
* Finally let slip
* A tear
* While you wait for
* The rain
(lap steel guitar music)
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: One, three, four.
(guitar music)
(grunts)
* Saw some tail lights in a corn field
* Off a highway three
* What the occupants was up to
* Ain't no mystery to me
* Couple a natural born farm kids
* Acting naturally
* You can bet
* They were steaming up the windshield
* Burning up the back seat
* Doing all the things every
* Healthy kid dreams of
Yeah.
* Working on that big yield
* Sweating in the high heat
* 'Neath a big old
* Soy bean moon above
* Raising a bumper crop
* A bumper crop of love
(guitar music)
* Honey, when I was in high school
* That's what we called a date
* Disappearing in a bean field
* In daddy's Olds '88
* Me and my farmer darlin' Harlan
* We used to stay out late
* Oh you can bet
* We were steaming up the wind shield
* Burning up the back seat
* Doing all the things every
* Healthy kid dreams of
Yeah.
* Working on that big yield
* Sweating in the high heat
* 'Neath a big old
* Soy bean moon above
* Raising a bumper crop
* Bumper crop of
* Love, love, love
* Every year is a real good year
* For love, love, love
* Let's take the car
* And get out of here
* 'Cause you know how much I love you
* I love our little routine, baby
* But we get been getting posturpedic
* If you know what I mean
* Let's find a couple rows of tall corn
* Park the Toyota between, yeah
* Then we'll go steaming up the wind shield
* Burning up the back seat
* Doing all the things every
* Healthy kid dreams of
* Working on that big yield
* Sweating in the high heat
* 'Neath a big old
* Soy bean moon above
* Raising bumper crop
* Raising a bumper crop
* Oh God, here comes a cop
* Bumper crop
* Of love
(cymbals chiming)
(audience applauds)
BILL STEPHAN: It's really remarkable.
We've been able to not only celebrate
the heritage of Nebraska through Hayseed,
but also connect with people
that otherwise we normally don't have a connection with
because of so much of Nebraska is
all about agriculture,
and so now we have this wonderful,
interwoven relationship with Hayseed.
SUSAN: So the word Hayseed
is a derogatory term
people used to use for rural folks.
And I wanted to send up the notion
that rural folks used to be the square ones,
but now things have changed,
and Ag is hot, and there is some prosperity
and new opportunities in agriculture.
(slow guitar music)
* He wore a
* Straw hat on his head
* And a tomcat in his smile
* I told him he should understand this
* Before he walked me down the aisle
* You can have the money from the oats
* The money from the cow
* The money from the goats
* And the money from the sow
* But don't you ever touch the egg money
* That's crossing the line
* Don't you ever touch the egg money
* The egg money
* Is mine
* We had
* Seven good years
* Then the trouble all began
* First he started nipping at the gin
* Then he started seeing Mary Ann
* Then he started gambling dice
* Lost the horses and the plow
* I felt behind the stove
* There was nothing there now
* He had taken all
* The egg money
* That's crossing the line
* Don't you ever touch the egg money
* The egg money
* Is mine
* Leaving would have been
* The thing to do
* No one left
* In 1922
(high guitar notes)
(audience laughs)
* So the angel
* That I am
* Poured the coffee in his cup
* Served his toast with butter and jam
* And the eggs were sunny side up
* And the eggs were maybe too old
* And the eggs had maybe gone bad
* Three days and the body went cold
* Doctor said it's
* Terribly sad
(guitar and harmonica music)
* The egg money
* That's crossing the line
* Don't you ever touch
* The egg money
* The egg money
* Is mine
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: Trina Hamlin on the harmonica.
SUSAN: When you have side men like I had
or side women in this case,
you are smart to
put their wow power
in front of this audience.
SUSAN: You gonna do some dusting?
BAND MEMBER: No.
SUSAN: I had the good fortune to have
with me Trina Hamlin, harmonica player.
TRINA HAMLIN: Great sandwich.
SUSAN: Ty Zuckerman plays lap steel.
NATALIA ZUCKERMAN: What?
Deluxe.
TRINA: (grunts) We have a whole hour.
SUSAN: To have Trina do her thing with the harmonica
just, she's world class,
and the amazement, again,
communicates something to an audience even
if they don't really wanna hear the songs that I've written,
or they don't care for my particular style of things.
Everyone in the world can understand
what Trina Hamlin does when she plays harmonica.
There's no explanation necessary.
(harmonica and guitar music)
TRINA: The chemistry, thank God, we're all friends.
You know, we're all singer-songwriters.
We understand what each other does
because we do it ourselves.
(guitar music)
* And it's getting late
SUSAN: Jeff, could I have more of my voice in there?
Thanks, man.
TRINA: It's like playing in the sand box
with your best friends, you know?
You just it build it up and (grunts) tear it down,
and build it up again.
So, it's such a pleasure.
* 'Neath a big old
(piano music)
Ah.
* Raising a bumper crop
* Bumper crop
SUSAN: To have Natalia with her Brooklyn sensibility, right?
There are some kids sitting out there in the audience
watching Natalia, going, right,
"She's kind of wry and funny and hip in this.
"I'm kinda hip and wry and funny, yeah."
Like, "There's room for me in the world."
Yeah, I mean, to just bring somebody from Brooklyn
to Scottsbluff.
That's a gift in itself, right?
(lap steel guitar music)
NATALIA ZUCKERMAN: Those two are two of my best friends in the world.
So I get to play music with them, too.
It's an incredible blessing.
Really, every day,
and they're so stupidly talented
that I'm on my toes also.
(lap steel guitar music)
SUSAN: Jeff, give me even more on Natalia
over here, thanks.
NATALIA: I feel like I'm going to school every night
playing with Susan, for sure.
SUSAN: She's not in here at all.
NATALIA: And in a very loving way,
she pushes to go beyond your comfort zone.
(lap steel guitar music)
NATALIA: We kinda go on autopilot a lot,
so to really have to push myself musically
is such a gift for me as a player.
I really felt like I got to dig in a little bit.
(guitar music)
SUSAN: Do it, yeah.
(guitar music)
SUSAN: What do you think of that?
TRINA: Either way it's cool.
SUSAN: I know, but it feels like--
(audience applauds)
(gentle piano music)
* May I suggest
* May I suggest to you
* May I suggest that this is
* The best part of your life
* May I suggest
* This time is blessed for you
* This time
* Is blessed and shining
* Almost blinding bright
* Just turn your head
* And you'll begin to see
* The thousand reasons
* That were just beyond your sight
* The reasons why
* Why I'd suggest to you
* Why I'd suggest this is
* The best part of your
* Life
(piano music)
* There is a world
* That's been addressed to you
* Addressed to you
* Intended only for your eyes
* It's a secret world
* Like a treasure chest to you
* Of private scenes and brilliant dreams
* That mesmerize
* A tender lover's smile
* A tiny baby's hands
* The million stars
* That fill the turning sky
* At night
* And I suggest
* Yes, I suggest to you
* Yes, I suggest this is
* The best part of your
* Life
(piano music)
* There is a hope
* That's been expressed in you
* It's the hope of seven generations
* Maybe more
* And this is the faith
* That they invest in you
* It's that you'll do one better
* Than was done before
* And inside you know
* Inside you understand
* Inside you know what's yours
* To finally set right
* And I suggest
* Yes, I suggest to you
* Yes, I suggest this is
* The best part of your life
(piano music)
* This is a song
* Comes from the West to you
* Comes from the West
* Comes from the slowly setting sun
* This is a song
* With a request of you
* To see how very short
* These endless days will run
* And when they're gone
* And when the dark descends
* Oh, we'd give anything
* For one more hour
* of light
(piano music)
* And I suggest
* This is the best part of
* Your life
(piano music)
(audience applauds)
BILL STEPHAN: Arts Across Nebraska, you know, is central
to the mission of the Lied Center.
Our mission is to educate, inspire,
and entertain the people of Nebraska
through the performing arts.
(guitar music)
* He wore a straw hat on his head
BILL: It's really bring arts and music
and theater and dance to people across the state
and to communities that otherwise wouldn't have
an opportunity to experience the arts.
(audience applauds)
(cheerful guitar music)
SUSAN: Feeling all the sweat, come on.
NATALIA: Yeah.
SUSAN: Nice.
SUSAN: I have heard this, yeah.
SUSAN: We enjoyed meeting people just on the
trip advisor quotient of the tour.
Where do you go tonight for margaritas?
"Oh, go down there."
What's the best diner?
"Oh, go there."
It's one of the best parts of the whole thing, honestly.
(vehicle noise)
SUSAN: The first tour we did, I honestly didn't know
anything about the state of Nebraska.
(birds chirping)
SUSAN: People are really nice here.
I mean, you may have a few mean people,
but honest, I kinda think if somebody mugs you in Lincoln,
they say, "Listen, I'm really sorry.
"I have to take your wallet,
and I'm sorry."
(gentle piano music)
(tambourine chimes)
(gentle piano music)
SUSAN: This is a song came about after
a previous tour of Arts Across Nebraska.
We played a show in couple different places.
One was McCook, Nebraska,
and Trina was on that tour with me,
and after the tour, we got some evaluations back
from kids and audience members all across Nebraska
that was really, really wonderful,
really wonderful experience to read all the comments.
But one comment broke my heart a little bit,
in fact, broke my heart a lot.
This little girl wrote.
I think she was like, you know,
second or third grade or something,
and she wrote in little girl cursive,
you know, just when you're learning cursive.
She wrote, "Thank you, Susan Werner,
"for coming to this waste of corn fields."
(audience laughs)
And so this is a song I wrote for that kid,
wherever that kid may be now.
(gentle guitar music)
* Listen to me, kid
* Listen to me good
* Let me make myself understood
* You say you're restless here
* Amidst the miles of corn
* In this great state
* Where you were born
* Well, don't do like I did
* And get a great big head
* And go taking this all
* For granted
* Listen to me, kid
* There's something to be said
* For blooming where you are
* Planted
(gentle guitar music)
* I recognize that look
* That little look in your eye
* Afraid the world's going
* To pass you by
* You dream of Paris and Rome
* Places you haven't seen yet
* Well, that's why God
* Made the Internet
* Oh, don't do like I did
* And get a great big head
* And go taking this all
* For granted
* Listen to me, kid
* There's something to be said
* For blooming where you are
* Planted
* There's something to be said
* For wide open space
* Where you can see the sun rise
* Feel the wind on your face
* There's something to be said
* For working out in the fields
* And certain satisfactions
* Only time reveals
* There's something to be said
* For keeping life long friends
* And for starry nights
* Out way beyond
* Where the highway ends
* But you don't want advice
* You're gonna do what you do
* You might leave
* Same as I did too
* You might have regrets
* Or you might have none
* Or like me
* You might have just this one
* Oh, don't do like I did
* And get a great big head
* And get all
* Cynically disenchanted
* Listen to me, kid
* There's something to be said
* For blooming where you are
* Where the people you knew are
* Where the fortunate few
* Are
* Planted
(gentle guitar music)
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: Where we supposed to go for dinner?
(audience laughs)
AUDIENCE MEMBER: The Speakeasy.
SUSAN: The Speakeasy?
What happens at The Speakeasy in Holdrege, Nebraska?
AUDIENCE MEMBER: Good food.
SUSAN: Sounds like alcohol to me.
(audience laughs)
SUSAN: I'm good with that.
We had a great night at
Ollie's Big Game Steakhouse in Paxton, Nebraska.
A few of you have been there?
AUDIENCE: Oh, yeah.
SUSAN: Yeah, there's nothing quite like eating bison
with a big head of bison looking down on you.
There's nothing quite like that.
We stopped at Carhenge.
Have you all seen the wonder that is Carhenge?
AUDIENCE: Yes.
SUSAN: Yeah, it scrambles your phone, I'm telling you.
It scrambles your phone, you go in there, right?
It did that afterwards.
SUSAN: That's what it was. TRINA: It did.
SUSAN: That's what it was.
Musicians doing science.
Musicians doing science.
Here's another example.
Here's another example of musicians doing science.
Alright.
(guitar music)
SUSAN: So people ask me when they hear
that I'm from the state of Iowa,
they say, "Wow."
They say, "Iowa is really ahead of the curve
"on same-sex marriage."
And I say, yeah.
And they say, "You know, what accounts for that?"
And I have a theory, which I would like
to share with you now.
(guitar music)
* Skies of blue and fields of green
* Water full of Atrazine
* Hundred acres to explore
* Acres full of Alachlor
* Hey, hey, ho, ho
* Mom and Dad, how could they know
* Ho, ho, hey, hey
* Herbicides done made
* Me gay
* When I was a tiny tot
* 2,4-D and Paraquat
* Seeped beneath my prairie home
* Fractured my x-chromosome
* Hey, hey, my, my
* All these years
* I wondered why
* My, my, hey, hey
* Herbicides done made me gay
* And if your well is full
* Of glyphosate
* Then the chance is good
* The chance is great
* That you'll much prefer
* A same-sex mate
* It's true from Maine
* To California
* Listen people
* Let me
* Warn ya
* Think before you spray those weeds
* Think exactly where that leads
* Generations just like me
* Watching endless hours of Glee
* Hey, hey, dang, dang
* Singing along with the k.d. lang
* Dang, dang, hey, hey
* Herbicides done made me gay
(guitar music)
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: I'd written all this material
about shared concerns, shared familiar characters,
shared language that the people
of Nebraska really could relate to.
FAN: Good job.
SUSAN: Thank you.
Thank you for coming.
FAN: Sure, nice meeting you.
SUSAN: Maybe the most rewarding thing was the conversations
with people afterwards who heard
themselves in the songs
and who laughed and recognized themselves
in the stories and the characters.
Boy, that's a great feeling when you're an artist,
is to feel like, yeah, they saw themselves,
and they've never seen themselves in
that specific way in material before.
SUSAN: This is a song I wrote for my Dad, really,
and my Dad grew up in the first five years,
10 years of his life, they farmed with horses,
and some of you may remember farming with horses
and the arrival of the tractors.
But this is really a love song for my Dad.
(cheerful guitar music)
* The moon is going to work
* He's hitching up his horses
* And his favorite team, of course, is
* Big old Jupiter and Mars
* The moon is going to work
* And his plow blade is a crescent
* And the evening's warm and pleasant
* It is time to plant the stars
* He will turn
* The rich dark earth of night
* He will scatter
* Sparkling seeds of light
* And they will grow
* Until they glow
* And then the cities
* All will come to claim them
* And who can blame them
* So make a wish on one
* Before they disappear
* The moon is going to work
* You can hear him if you're listening
* There's a little tune he's whistling
* It is time to plant the stars
(guitar music)
* He will fill the acres
* Of the sky
* Working westward
* As the night goes by
* Until he's done
* And day is begun
* And then the stars soak up the sun
* Like flowers
* Through the daylight hours
* And then they'll blossom
* In the night
* Before our eyes
* The moon is going to work
* And with diligence and patience
* Grows the mighty constellations
* It is time to plant the stars
* It is time to plant the stars
(guitar music)
* Hitch 'em up now
(guitar music)
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: These songs seem to spark in the audience
intense memories and associations
of their own experience
growing up in rural Nebraska,
and the kinds, I think the specific memories
are what's really powerful.
(gentle piano music)
(combine noises)
(bird squawking)
SUSAN: This attachment is so profound.
I didn't know all that was in there.
I knew it was in there for me.
I didn't know how deep it went for so many people.
(gentle piano music)
I think we're smart to keep some feeling about farming
because there's an identity in farming
that doesn't exist in many other professions.
People are happy to tell you they're a farmer.
There are lots of professions where people don't volunteer
what it is they do all day,
probably because the work indoors.
It's not that fun to work indoors.
Cubicles aren't romantic.
But a field, working in the early morning
or while the sun is setting,
there's feeling to that, and, yeah,
there's poetry to that.
(gentle piano music)
SUSAN: It's ok to choose that.
In fact, it's wise to choose that
because then you'll wanna spend years at it.
It's a happy way to spend your working life,
and then it's a happy way to spend your evening
when you're done working.
Sitting outside in the lawn chair,
pop open a beer,
watch the stars put on a show.
That's the Milky Way.
Damn right, that's the Milky Way.
That's the whole Milky Way, right there.
* Bringing up the bad
* In the back of my mind
* Didn't trouble me
SUSAN: To have an arts endeavor that's sponsored
by not only an arts center,
but also an Ag school,
that's pretty innovative,
and it made for some really interesting conversations
as the project went on.
I learned a lot that I didn't know about
where agriculture is at today
by talking with people at IANR.
It informed the project and also brought
a certain kind of gravitas to the thing,
like this is not just some wacky artist
running around with her little point of view.
I learned lot in terms of agriculture
and what's going on today.
I'm grateful for that.
I think that it made for a better project,
and, again, it's ambitious to put arts and Ag together.
I mean, really, who's gonna think of that?
Maybe just somebody in Nebraska.
(birds chirping)
SUSAN: We were going west from Lincoln on this
most recent Arts Across Nebraska tour.
And I kinda started to think, there's gotta be a song.
There's gotta be a song.
And so this melody kinda started showing up,
and I thought, is that it? (humming)
I wanted it to be an odd, kind of a sing-songy,
but odd rhythmic thing.
I wanted it to stick in your head,
not in a predictable way,
in some slightly off-meter way
that would stay with you, really.
And this melody started showing up (humming).
* Oh Nebraska
* How I love you,
* How I love...
* ...your windswept skies
* And your prairies
* Winding rivers
* And the western hills
* That rise
* High above the plain
* Somewhere in the distance
* I can hear a train
* Singing, oh Nebraska
* My true love
* I am never leaving you again
(harmonica and guitar music)
* Land of kindness
* Land of plenty
* Land of peaceful dreams
* At night
* Stars that fill the dark
* I can hear the calling
* Of a meadowlark
* Singing, oh Nebraska
* My true love
* I am never leaving you
* In whatever else I may do
* I am never leaving you again
(harmonica and guitar music)
(audience applauds)
SUSAN: Thank you.
(audience applauds)
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