Homeland

There's a piece of prairie with a white picket gate
The geographic center of the lower forty-eight
How long it's been in our family is anybody's guess
We were riding these plains before the pony express

There's a sycamore tree all splintered and brown
Well, it used to touch the sky, 'til the twister came around
It's got this one green branch pointing in the air
Yeah, it's still hanging on, just like the people 'round here

You can hold back the rain, bring on the wind
Knock us right down, we'll get up again
We've dug in deep, made our stand
This is our homeland

I can feel their spirit deep in my bones
Up on the hill, we carved it in stone
Been a long line before us and little ones to come
Yeah, it's a family thing that we're carrying on

You can hold back the rain, bring on the wind
Knock us right down, we'll get up again
We've dug in deep, made our stand
This is our homeland

We've dug in deep, we've made our stand
This is our homeland
This is our homeland
This is our home

This is our homeland
This is our homeland
This is our homeland
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