[Tribal Beats Intro] [Verse 1] Rollin' north on Twenty-Nine, where the prairie meets the blue, Miles of waving bluestem grass, washed in morning dew. There's a silence out here money just can't buy, Only meadowlarks and western winds beneath a boundless sky. Every fence line tells a story, every cottonwood a prayer, Every lonely stretch of highway says, "There's beauty everywhere." [Chorus] Oh, Interstate Twenty-Nine, carry me through time, Where the earth and heaven meet along your weathered line. When the daylight fades away and the moon forgets to shine, The stars become old storybooks on Interstate Twenty-Nine. [Verse 2] When the daylight slips away and darkness fills the plain, A million diamonds wake above where silence softly reigns. No city lights to hide them, no mountain standing tall, Just the Great Spirit watching o'er every one of us all. Turn another page of heaven, let your weary heart unwind, Every constellation has a tale for those who take the time. [Chorus] Oh, Interstate Twenty-Nine, carry me through time, Where the earth and heaven meet along your weathered line. When the daylight fades away and the moon forgets to shine, The stars become old storybooks on Interstate Twenty-Nine. [Bridge] See the Great Bear standing guard across the northern sky, Keeping watch through endless ages as the seasons wander by. Little Thunder Boy is dancing where the brightest starlight glows, Teaching every child who listens what courage always knows. Little Brother Yellow Dog smiles with clever coyote eyes, Laughing at old Iktomi, the Spider weaving lies. The White Bison walks in light with all her sisters near, Bringing hope and sacred promise every passing year. Then the mighty Thunderbird spreads his wings across the west, Calling rolling thunder home to every eagle's nest. [Verse 3] Some folks only see the miles rolling underneath their wheels, But this old prairie teaches things no classroom ever will. Every star's another chapter, every breeze another song, Every traveler finds a place where they know they belong. When tomorrow's road grows heavy and your heart is worn and tired, Lift your eyes toward heaven's fire. [Final Chorus] Oh, Interstate Twenty-Nine, carry me through time, Where the earth and heaven meet along your weathered line. From the sunlit sea of prairie to the dark where starlight streams, Every mile becomes a prayer, every night becomes a dream. The Great Spirit watches o'er every traveler, every sign, And the sky still writes its stories over Interstate Twenty-Nine. [Outro] So if you find yourself alone where the prairie kisses sky, Roll your window down and listen as the night goes drifting by. For the oldest books were never made with paper, ink, or pine— They're written in the stars above... Interstate Twenty-Nine.
