Moving to Champaign, Illinois from Idaho was traumatic. The mountains and rivers that I love so much in Idaho were very absent from the midwest. I knew that my stay was temporary, but was the PhD really worth it? I wrote this three days after I arrived.
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There ain’t no signs of hillsides There ain’t no sign of trees Just miles and miles of corn around Mister, won’t you lend an ear please I think that I’ve gone crazy Certifiably insane I’ve got two more years of doing time Here in old Champaign Now listen to my story I’m a poor boy all alone Got a case of the flatland fever I’m a long long way from home A prisoner in a situation Where nobody knows my name I’ve got two more years of doing time Here in old Champaign Some men, they drink water Some drink the bubbling booze Some go out on a Saturday night Drinking wine from a woman’s shoe Lord knows I ain’t thirsty But I’ve got to ease the pain I’ve got two more years of doing time Here in old Champaign Now don’t misunderstand me or misconstrue my plight I get by by staying high I play the blues most every night The way that it has affected me is a low down crying shame I’ve got two more years of doing time Here in old Champaign
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