1. Come listen while I lift refrains
To praise the unassuming plains
Of southern Minnesota,
The place where I was born.
2. From high above you’d see a quilt
Within each square a farm is built
‘Cross southern Minnesota,
I see it in my sleep.
Bridge: Her wand’ring streams wear evening gowns
Of cottonwoods half-fallen down.
It’s southern Minnesota;
Come just the way you are.
3. My father thrived in Austin town.
And there he lies beneath the ground.
In southern Minnesota,
Our stories build the soil.
Bridge: If I were just an old guitar
And earth could strum, I’m fairly sure that
That southern Minnesota
would sound from every string
6. Please greet my mom next time you go
To watch that fleecy sunset show,
As southern Minnesota
prepares to say “Goodnight.”