The icy depths of the Pacific I have bade
Forever I wander, forever I stray
The rustle of wheat fields starts callin’ my name
Callin’ my name
Let me die in the country that I love the most
I’m a plain-to-see plainsman, and this I will boast
A heart that lies far from the east or west coast
This plain-to-see plainsman is longin’ for home
Longin’ for home
Colter Wall has a new one coming out in October. The young Saskatchewan cowboy has broken out over the past year, on the strength of a worn-in baritone voice and a connection to real-deal country, folk and cowboy music tradition that makes him sound timeless at age 23. Colter done impressed the hippies at Pickathon in Portland last summer, and if I can throw a wide enough loop, we’ll get him here to Sisters.
The new one hearkens to his homeland on those wide plains of Canada with the kind of earnestness that can only come from an artist who is totally confident in who and what he is, one who’s not trying to make an impression. In other words, my kinda feller.
I have a feeling that Songs of the Plains is gonna be a go-to cigar-smokin’ CD.