Elizabeth Minnesota

The big city life sounds exciting

In the letters you have been writing

I suppose I should feel I'm missing out on something

'Cause no TV shows are made here

To be true, that’s why I’ve stayed here

Where the world’s concerned

It seems that we’ve got nothing

But that cold Pelican River

And the sound when the birch trees quiver

Elizabeth Minnesota is my home

I love the turning of the seasons

And the smiles of old Norwegians

Elizabeth Minnesota is my home

I love my dad’s homegrown tomatoes

And my grandma’s scalloped potatoes

Elizabeth Minnesota is my home

Well you might call me hillbilly

But what you think don’t matter really

Elizabeth Minnesota is my home

Well I like the idea of coming out to see ya

But on a crowded street I think I’d feel alone

The folks are awful nice here

And I like the snow and ice here

Elizabeth Minnesota is my home

The Northern lights I’d rather see ‘em

Than some picture in a museum

Yes, Elizabeth Minnesota is my home

I love the call of the loons in the night time

And the gold hay bales in the sunshine

Elizabeth Minnesota is my home

Then the alarm goes off in the morning

And it’s always disappointing

When I realize it’s been years since

I’ve been gone I work all day and evening

But forever I am dreaming

That Elizabeth Minnesota Is my home