My Wild Frontier — Faith Hill

How do I feel? Well, I feel so alone Like a sad armadillo across this desert I roam I've been stripped down, bare, 'til I break Still the wheel keeps turning

Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie Summer nights in the cornfields When the corn gets so high We traveled clear across Wichita, headin' north Leavin' civilization

And there were highways to get across And places far from here And I was his lonesome prairie And he was my wild frontier

Harvested peaches in a small border town Saved all our wages Put ten percent down I never thought I'd see the world through a child's eyes Until early December

Then one Calgary morning Still as glass While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past And with one breath said I'm taking him back To his Father in Heaven

Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow I held him through my tears Because I was his lonesome prairie And he was my wild frontier

Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Oh, oh, oh Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Oh, oh, oh

And sometimes at night I swear I can hear him Calling out so clear He says, You were my lonesome prairie And I'm still your wild frontier

Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Oh, oh, oh Get along, get along, get along Get along, get along, get along Oh, oh, oh

Babe, I miss you