"That Man (From The Flat Land)" lyrics

Biding my time, in a century gone
I'm a dunce, and you are queen
Wagons on wheels, can you dig into this?
I've got a fortuneteller willing to feel
A dusty blonde came prancing along
And she carried the key to my soul
Alas, an old man let her see who I am
And she went with the boy next door

Ooh, that man
From the flatland
Took my woman
Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman

The heat, it can burn
And the heat, it can turn a man into a red fire stem
Slowly, we search for the wagon dust
But the cow, is screaming in pain
So he came, like a chill of shame
He smiled when the love tore my world down
Maybe the dust, or her eternal lust
I'll never know about your flatland song

Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman
Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman, oh!
Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman
Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman

Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman
Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman
Ooh, that man
On the flatland
Took my woman

Ooh, that man
Took my woman
From the flatland