Heart Of America

My sweet mother gets up so early in the morning

She turns on a stove and she makes a pot of coffee

My daddy filled his tractor up with diesel to plant the corn

And that's how it was on the day that I was born

Well the days, they went by and the bins filled up with grain

My mother's brother died on a motorcycle in the rain

The town got too big for its britches and the government, it came

And now it will never be the same

No one moves away with no money

They just do what they can

To live in the heart of America

Getting by on their own two hands

You can pray to anybody's Jesus

And be a hardworking man

But at the end of the day, if the rain, it don't rain

We just do what we can

Some time back in '86 when big banks took the throne

They asked about every local farmer try to dry his own corn

But the men in the suits had a bigger plan than to let it be our own

When the crops came in that spring, they were blown

And Neil and Willie tried so hard and battles they have gone

But that was still long after the bigger war had been won

No one was there to save the wheat and the cattle at my home

They took every field my family owned

No one moves away with no money

They just do what they can

To live in the heart of America

Getting by on their own two hands

You can pray to anybody's Jesus

And be a hardworking man

But at the end of the day, if the rain, it don't rain

If the bank, it don't break

We just do what we can

You just do what you can