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 splintered 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 it 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, we've made our stand
 This is our home
 This is our homeland
 This is our home
 This is our homeland
 This is our homeland
 This is our homeland
 This is our homeland