Songwriter: Robin Lerner Marsha Malamet Franne Golde

Producer: Faith Hill Byron Gallimore

[Verse 1]
How do I feel? Well, I feel so alone
Like a sad armadillo across this desert I roam
I've been stripped down bare, till I break
Still the wheel keeps turning
Had me a sweet one, I tell no lie
Summer nights in the cornfields
When the corn gets so high
We traveled clear across Wichita, heading north
Leaving civilization

[Chorus]
And there were highways to get across
And places far from here
And I was his lonesome prairie
And he was my wild frontier

[Verse 2]
Harvested peaches in a small border town
Saved all our wages, and put ten percent down
I never thought I'd see the world through a child's eyes
Until early December
Then one Calgary morning, still as glass
While my baby lay sleeping, an angel slipped past
And with one breath, said "I'm taking him back
To his father in heaven"

[Chorus]
Through gravel and ice and new fallen snow
I held him through my tears
Because I was his lonesome prairie
And he was my wild frontier

[Bridge]
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Oh, oh, oh
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Oh, oh, oh

[Chorus]
And sometimes at night, I swear I can hear him
Calling out so clear
He says, "You were my lonesome prairie
And I'm still your wild frontier"

[Outro]
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Oh, oh, oh
Babe, I miss you
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along
Get along, get along, get along

Faith Hill

Audrey Faith Perry arrived in Nashville in 1989. A tall leggy blonde with big hair and even bigger dreams Faith found work as a receptionist at a record label before being discovered at the iconic Bluebird cafe.