That Man (from the Flatland)

Biding my time, in a century gone I'm a dunce, and you are queen Wagons on wheels, can you dig into this? I've got a fortuneteller willing to feel A dusty blonde Came prancing along And she carried the key to my soul Alas, an old man Let her see who I am And she went with the boy next door Ooh, that man From the flatland Took my woman The heat, it can burn And the heat, it can turn A man into a red fire stem Slowly, we search For the wagon dust But the cow Is screaming in pain So he came Like a chill of shame He smiled when the love Tore my world down Maybe the dust Or her eternal lust I'll never know about your flatland song Ooh, that man On the flatland Took my woman