I´ve got plates for purple gas
´Bout the only break I catch
But I am not the kind of man
To blame the dealer on a losing hand

Have a lone star in my eye
The darker the sky, the brighter it shines
Pumpjack checks and baler twine
A ton of grit or maybe it´s spite

And if I weren´t a flatland boy, I´d say I have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don´t get me killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride
Maybe I´d rest before I died if I weren´t a flatland boy
If I weren´t a flatland boy

I hammer down, hair straight back

World blurs past, tell me, how´s it that
My horizon line´s static?
I guess at least it´s a sure bet
Was taught to not throw the first fist
But if you take a hit, finish that son of a bitch
In a life having the upper hand´s a myth
Your only fighting chance is too stubborn to quit

And if I weren´t a flatland boy, I´d say I have a hill
A hill that I will die upon if the climb don´t get me killed
If there were such heights around here for a guy to lay his pride
Maybe I´d rest before I died if I weren´t a flatland boy
If I weren´t a flatland boy

Retired rail ties, point-nine wire
Neighbor kid on the fencin´ pliers
Fargo that turns over fine
At forty below if you cuss it right
A sly thumb of rye sometimes
Keep a bottle hid with the Bio-Mycin
You can dull the edge, you can look ahead
But can´t get there, it goes on forever
Oh, it just goes on forever
You keep your head down, it goes on forever

But I´ve got plates for purple gas
I´ve got plates for purple gas