Ritzville
The land here is hard, the wind is bleak
But the earth here knows my name
South of Ritzville
Maybe I'll find...
Maybe this is...
Maybe I'll find home
My pocket's hollow as the wind that gales around here
South... South of Ritzville
Maybe this is...
Maybe I'll find...
Maybe I'll find home
South of Ritzville
The poor men in Ritzville
Got all the dough they need...
I'm wealthy with horizon
South of Ritzville
Maybe I'll find...
Maybe I'll find home...
I can stretch my arms forever...