Born and raised where fields stretch wide, underneath that endless sky, we've got mud on our boots, calloused hands
Living off the land, taking a stand
They say city lights shine bright, but they don't know our stars at night, we work hard, play harder still
Country life's a timeless thrill, we're proud of where we come from every day
Riding tractors in the golden hay, city folks, they don't understand, we can do anything, better than they planned
Morning's coffee rooster's crow, simple life with room to grow
We've got barns and we've got pride, out here under the broad blue skies
You can keep your crowds and honking horns, we've got the melody of corn
Field by field we live and breathe, in this countryside we'll never leave
We're proud of where we come from every day
Riding tractors in the golden hay, city folks, they don't understand, we can do anything, better than they planned
You can keep your crowds and honking horns, we've got the melody of corn
Field by field we live and breathe, in this countryside we'll never leave
We're proud of where we come from every day
Riding tractors in the golden hay, city folks, they don't understand, we can do anything, better than they planned
Better than they can
Better than they can