The Hookhunters - We Love Heartland Lyrics

They call this rugged land flyover country
We're just specs and dots to those rich folks in the sky
But among these golden wheat fields and within these burghs and towns
You'll find proud folks born and raised here, and that's where they'll probably die

There's Mary Lou the waitress and Bob at the local garage
She drives a Ford 150 - he's fixing up his Dodge
We fight the wars, we run the stores, we accept our lowly fate
Our jeans are worn and our hands are dirty but we make this country great

We love hard work, and we put things in God's hands
Our days are spent in the saddle and nights are with a country band
Smell the fresh cut grass - see the heroes of the past
We like a job well done, we like a polished gun and we love the heartland

In North Johns, Alabama there's a war vet named Ann
And in South Bend Indiana, there's an honest, simple man
There's a Georgia devil with a Honda Rebel, hell bent for leather
We ain't perfect and we ain't high class, but we rednecks stick together

We love hard work, and we put things in God's hands
Our days are spent in the saddle and nights are with a country band
We sing this song from dusk 'till dawn
We like a job well done, we like a polished gun and we love the heartland

Flyover, high over me, you don't see
The lives and the stories in this land of the free
On your way to L.A. in your airplane seat
Look out the window - that's God's country

Hairdressers and nurses, factory cogs and cops
Old farmers just tryin' to hang on to what they got
Trailer parks and junk yards, cowboys spittin' chew
Carpenters and hunters and the red white and blue

We love hard work, and we put things in God's hands
Our days are spent in the saddle and nights are with a country band
We love our kin - try to raise our children right
We like a job well done, we like a polished gun and we love the heartland
We like a job well done, we like a polished gun and we love the heartland