Millions of acres of Iowa lands
Soon you can pay for your own farm and home
This gives you the free pass, industrious hands
Whole families
Whole families
Whole families are on the move

Seen enough of the Wild West to make me unfit
To live in the new world, contented in it
My god, and the men
And the women we've met
Whole families
Whole families
Whole families are on the move

Drag all of your treasures out into the yard
Relations who wait for your news need not know
Photographing your happiness here is so hard
All the storms are on the ocean
There's no darkness to soften the daylight
And the old ghosts have all departed
Their great families

Save all of the shadows
Before their fleet substance fades
Make a print you can hold
In the palm of your hand
For one day the land
Is going to wake out
Of a long troubled sleep
To take back your home
And your crops it shall keep
You may follow your road
As far west as it goes
And you tracks will fill up
With the dust, then the snow
Till the land looks much as it did
Long ago, before families were on the move