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 spintered 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 in 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, made our stand
This is our home

This is our homeland