A Prairie Home Companion with Garrison Keillor

State of Minnesota
Saturday, May 26, 2001
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Oh the state of Minnesota, it's a land that's fair and bright
Where the flowers grow on bushes and the stars come out at night.
Where the blizzards are forgotten and the sun shines every day
Oh I'm bound to go where there ain't no snow
Where the hail don't fall and the storms don't blow
In the land of Minnesota.

CH: O the buzzin of the bees in the chocolate trees, no better place to go ta
Where the lemonade springs and the bluebird sings
In the state of Minnesota.

In the state of Minnesota, the grass is always green
And you can get all the cash you want from an ATM machine
And you will not find a people more talkative than we
Where there is no blues and the Twins don't lose
And everyone has high IQs
In the land of Minnesota.

CH: O the buzzin of the ants in the minister's pants, no better place to go ta
Where the champagne bubbles and there are no troubles
In the state of Minnesota.

In the state of Minnesota, it's always warm and breezy,
And the market keeps on rising and the hens lay eggs over easy.
And the children are above average and far beyond their quota
And the folks are nice, as everyone thinks,
And there is no ice except in drinks,
In the state of Minnesota.

CH: O the buzzin of the spiders on the fiction writers, no better place to go ta
There's no despair or problem hair,
In the state of Minnesota.

In the land of Minnesota, what they call the soybean belt,
Where the Baptists all are tolerant and the Lutherans all are svelte,
And we're friendly to outsiders even if they're not so bright
There's a blue blue sky and the nights aren't cold
And you and I are thirty years old
In the state of Minnesota.

CH: O the buzzin of the flies on the rhubarb pies, no better place to go ta
You can hear the loons singing opera tunes
In the state of Minnesota.

© Garrison Keillor 2001