Name: Pure Prairie Dreams
Duration: 4 min 31 s
Channel: John R. Whitney
Description: This is a 'country jazz waltz' with my vocal accompanied by my grandmother Doerler's old Buffalo, New York-built upright Kurtzmann piano and my Epiphone mandolin along with Band-in-a-Box generated midi slap bass and 'RealDrums.'

Pure Prairie Dreams

John Robert Whitney

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This is a 'country jazz waltz' with my vocal accompanied by my grandmother Doerler's old Buffalo, New York-built upright Kurtzmann piano and my Epiphone mandolin along with Band-in-a-Box generated midi slap bass and 'RealDrums.'

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John Robert Whitney

John Robert Whitney is a singer/songwriter and professional conservationist from Western New York State (East Aurora/Buffalo).

Singer/Songwriter; multi-instrumentalist; folk, country, pop, blues, jazz, Gospel; professional conservationist

Song Info

Genre

Acoustic • Acoustic Folk

Charts

Peak #153

Peak in subgenre #18

Author

John R. Whitney

Rights

John R. Whitney

Uploaded

March 11, 2008

Track Files

MP3

MP3 4.1 MB • 128 kbps • 4:31

Story behind the song

I wrote this song on the plane on my way back from a business meeting in Ft. Collins, Colorado.  For I while I thought I was looking at the Rocky Mountains.  Then I realized what I was seeing were the "mountains of clouds" in the prairie sky.  The rest is pure imagination since I've never actually lived on the "wide open prairie."

Lyrics

Pure Prairie Dreams

Sometimes the clouds rise like snow-covered mountains
Out of the prairie sky.
Sometimes the rain falls like heavenly fountains
Onto oceans of grass, parched and dry.
Sometimes the wind whispers sweetly;
Sometimes it hollers and screams;
Sometimes the stars shine so brightly
They light up my pure prairie dreams,
They light up my pure prairie dreams.

It’s funny how some folks think life on the prairie
Is bound to be boring and bland.
But unless they’ve lived out on the wide open prairie
I tell them, they can’t understand.
There’s something about prairie sunsets – 
They’re like nothing that they’ve ever seen.
And the sound of the meadowlark singing
Inspires my pure prairie dreams,
Inspires my pure prairie dreams.

Sometimes at night when the clouds hide the heavens
And the moon is nowhere to be seen,
On those nights when my old bedroom walls kinda close in
So it’s like there’s no space in between,
On those nights it’s a comfort to realize
That’s it’s seldom as bad as it seems.
Before long I’m asleep in the knowledge
I’m living my pure prairie dreams,
I’m living my pure prairie dreams.

Unpublished work © 1992 John R. Whitney

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