Born and raised we feel stretched 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 hard still
Country life's a timeless thrill, we're proud of where we come from every day
Riding tractors in a golden hay, city folks, they don't understand, we can do anything, better than they can
All those coffee roosters 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 hear the crowds and honking horns, we've got the melody of corn
Fields by field we live and breathe, and in this countryside we'll never leave
We're proud of where we come from every day
Riding tractors in a golden hay, city folks, they don't understand, we can do anything, better than they can
You can hear the crowds and honking horns, we've got the melody of corn
Fields by field we live and breathe, and in this countryside we'll never leave
We're proud of where we come from every day
Riding tractors in a golden hay, city folks, they don't understand, we can do anything, better than they can
Better than they can
Better than they can