Lyrics

Ritzville

The land here is hard, the wind is bleak
But the earth here knows my name
South of Ritzville

Maybe I'll find...
Maybe this is...
Maybe I'll find home

My pocket's hollow as the wind that gales around here
South...South of Ritzville

Maybe this is...

Maybe I'll find...
Maybe I'll find home
South of Ritzville

The poor men in Ritzville
got all the dough they need...
I'm wealthy with horizon
South of Ritzville

Maybe I'll find...
Maybe I'll find home...

I can stretch my arms forever...

© 1995, Christopher Bingham