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