Elkhorn Tides

The sun is rising, kissing the grain so mellow A rooster’s crowing, in the town of Waterloo, we bellow Mm-hmm A quiet life, where everyone knows your name Tractors roll on by, life’s slow here, it’s not a game No, it's not Wander through the fields, where the corn whispers hello It's the heartland rhythm, Waterloo's gentle flow Oh yeah Railroad tales and old storefronts, they tell us of the past Simple joys still flourish here, memories that last Yes they do (where the Elkhorn river flows) [bridge] (where the Elkhorn river flows) (where the Elkhorn river flows) (where the Elkhorn river flows) (where the Elkhorn river flows)