Great Plains

Well out there in the flint hills
Northeast of Kansas
The wind can cut clean through your soul
Mid-summer heat, well it'll melt you right down to the pavement
But the beer around here is always cold
Well they get up with the sunrise,
There's no burnin' daylight
Cattle to feed and hay to mow
They never turn their backs on
A neighbor in need
I guess that's just the midwestern code

Grain elevators make the country skyline
Little square towns, spread out far and wide
Gravel roads and the corn fields, miles of rollin' wheat
Welcome to the Great Plains, welcome to the Great Plains
Welcome, to the Home of the Free

They love their Friday night,
High school football
Sunday church, and catfish fried
Nothin' better than turnin' ground
On the John Deere tractor
Beneath that big blue prairie sky

Smell the rain wet on the blacktop
Guess the next flicker of a lighting bug
Out on the front porch swing, sunset soda pop
And they build it all from a land they love