Rapid City, South Dakota Lyrics by Dwight Yoakam
Album : Reprise Please Baby: The Warner Bros. Years , In Others' Words [Reprise]
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Just a ragged kid in overalls,
He thumbed a ride one day
He said, "Anywhere you’re headed on my way."
But as we passed by Big Al’s drive-in
His eyes began to flash
He was leavin’ Rapid City mighty fast.

He said, "I hope to God she finds
The good-bye letter that I wrote her
But the mail don’t move to fast
In Rapid City, South Dakota."

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Well, he left her just a blanket
Of snow upon the farm
And that don’t keep your conscience very warm.
He said his friends were too durn country
And his pa was too damn mean
And there ain’t no money pumpin’ gasoline.

And her gentle eyes, the merchandise
Of dreams the peddler sold her
As he left her there in Rapid City, South Dakota.

Now the reason he was goin’,
I ain’t sure I could say,
Might’ve been the rodeo in Santa Fé.
"There’s a doctor in chicago,
I know she’ll be all right."
He told himself as he stared into the night.

And he said, "I hope to God she finds
The good-bye letter that I wrote her
But the mail don’t move so fast
In Rapid City, South Dakota."

And all her people treatin’ her
Just like they never knowed her
Lord, the winter’s passin’ slow
In Rapid City, South Dakota.
Just a ragged kid in overalls,    He thumbed a ride one day   He said, "Anywhere you’re headed on my way."   But as we passed by Big Al’s drive-in    His eyes began to flash   He was leavin’ Rapid City mighty fast.      He said, "I hope to God she finds    The good-bye letter that I wrote her   But the mail don’t move to fast    In Rapid City, South Dakota."      --- Instrumental ---      Well, he left her just a blanket    Of snow upon the farm   And that don’t keep your conscience very warm.   He said his friends were too durn country    And his pa was too damn mean   And there ain’t no money pumpin’ gasoline.      And her gentle eyes, the merchandise    Of dreams the peddler sold her   As he left her there in Rapid City, South Dakota.      Now the reason he was goin’,    I ain’t sure I could say,   Might’ve been the rodeo in Santa Fé.   "There’s a doctor in chicago,    I know she’ll be all right."   He told himself as he stared into the night.      And he said, "I hope to God she finds    The good-bye letter that I wrote her   But the mail don’t move so fast    In Rapid City, South Dakota."      And all her people treatin’ her    Just like they never knowed her   Lord, the winter’s passin’ slow    In Rapid City, South Dakota.