Spent the summer in a lake town
And lived it like a lake town
Getting off on smelling onion grass fresh off of the great plows
I’m just doing what I set out to do
Counting each fish carcass
On the surface of the water
And making it home in time to eat supper
They used to call me by my name
Now they call my by my home
Cattle grazing, mouth full of sod and psalm
Too used to it to notice
I wonder where the horses are
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