I've never had a way with women, but the hills of iowa make me wish that I could,
And I've never found a way to say I love you, but if the chance came by, oh I, I would,
But way back where I come from, we never mean to bother,
We don't like to [C7]make our passions other peoples concern,
And we walk in the world of safe people, and [Bm]at night we walk into [C7]our houses and [Bm]burn.
Iowa oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh I-iowa
How I long [Am]to [C7]fall [Em]just a little bit, to [C7]dance out of the lines and [Bm]stɾay from the light,
But I fear that to [C7]fall [Em]in love with you [A7is to [C7]fall [Em]from a great and [Bm]gruesome height.
So I asked a friend about it, on [C7]a bad day, her husband [Bm]had just left her,
She sat down on [C7]the chair he left behind, she said,
"what is love, where did it get me? whoever thought of love is no friend of mine."
Ioway oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh I-iowa
Once I had everything, I gave it up for [Dm7]the shoulder of your driveway and [Bm]the words I've never felt.
And so for [Dm7]you, I came this far across the tɾacks, ten miles above the limit, and [Bm]with no seatbelt, and [Bm]id do it again,
For tonight I went ɾunning through the screen doors of discretion,
For I woke up from a nightmare that I could not stand [Bm]to [C7]see,
You were a-wandering out on [C7]the hills of iowa and [Bm]you [A7were not thinking of me.
Ioway oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh I-iowa
Ioway oh ooo oh, iowa oh ooooh ooo oh I-iowa