We drove 500 miles of prairie The sky's gone green with a storm My baby pulls up against me Pull the sleeping bag over to keep us warm The earth has many treasures More than I could count And I'd trade my gold in measure For the gold of the sun Or a campfire going out Keep me simple Keep me true Keep my mind on the things I'm supposed to do Open prairie, sea of sky I'll ride these roads As my years Go by I'm a gypsy girl with a minstrel's way Walking wagon tracks my grandmas' made Touch the earth and feel her grieve The spirit there makes me believe I want to learn to sing these songs Trace my feet for moccasins Read the wind and which gra** grows Following the buffalo Keep me simple Keep me true Keep my mind on the things I'm supposed to do Open prairie, sea of sky I'll ride these roads As my years Go by In a picture of a wishing chair I stare at those two women there Strong with age nothing to hide I see the magic in their eyes I wish for their weathered hands I'll plant the trees, sing the songs I promise I will carry on Keep me simple Keep me true Keep my mind on the things I'm supposed to do Open prairie, sea of sky I'll ride these roads As my years Go by