From the recording Journeys Through Obscurity
Lyrics
Prairie Biscuit
Moon hangs in the sky like a biscuit
I ain’t seen nothing holding it up
Run, gonna brawl, stop it when is falls
And cover it with gravy in the morning
Prairie Moon shinin’ on the frosting
Almanac says another blizzard’s on its way
Go to the still. Get our fill.
Tomorrow is Christmas day.
Gonna kick up the sawdust and the cinders boys
Gonna rock that barn until it creaks
When the timbers start to groan, the captains coming home
And the fishes in the Wabash start to speak
Prairie Moon shinin’ on the frosting
Almanac says another blizzard’s on its way
Go to the still. Get our fill.
Tomorrow is Christmas day.
Someone lit a fire in the hayloft
Some farmer broke his fiddle on my head
I jumped on the sod til the stars began to nod
And Ol’Hanna put the Prairie Moon to bed
Mornin’ come weeping in the window
Flap-Jacks flipping in the air
When the griddle starts to spit
The folks’ll have a fit when they catch you when you’re creeping up the stairs
Prairie Moon shinin’ on the frosting
Almanac says another blizzard’s on its way
Go to the still. Get our fill.
Tomorrow is Christmas day.