When You're Down In Iowa

  Chorus

  E                                                                B7

There's a beauty in the beanfield,  full of butterflies

B7                                                                   E

And the rising of the cornstalks,  right before your eyes

E                                                                      A

And the tuggin' of the the tractor,  under summer skies

                                    E     B7                        E         A       E

When you're down in Iowa,   aren't you glad to be alive?

It's a place to raise a family,  buy some land and build a dome

'Cause even if you're in the city,  the country's never far from home

And there's nothin' quite as pretty,  as the moon above the trees

When you're down in Iowa,  on a porch swing in the breeze.

So listen to the wind blow,  through the fields at night

Listen to the black crow,  as he dips his wings in flight

Listen to the fiddle bow,  play the violin

When you're down in Iowa,  we're gonna sing it once again.

Repeat Chorus

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