Homeland

There`s a piece of prairie with a white picket gate. The geographic center of the lower 48. 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 spintered 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 around 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 in 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, made our stand. This is our home... This is our homeland