I was born in this town
I lived here all my life
This is where my family settled down
And this is where I want to die
We paved these roads
We built this town with our own hands
We rise and fall together
We live and die by the fate of the land
It’s a hard life, but I wouldn’t give it up
‘Cause I know it’s supposed to be this way
On a dark night you can look in the mirror
And you know that you’ve earned your pay
We plant these seeds and we sow them the best we can
I know why they call it the heartland
There’s the three-thirty bound for Denver
But it won’t be staying long
Just enough time to pick up freight
And keep moving on
I stop and listen
As the train slows through town
I think about getting on
But I push that dream back down
It’s a hard life, but I wouldn’t give it up
‘Cause I know it’s supposed to be this way
On a dark night you can look in the mirror
And you know that you’ve earned your pay
We plant these seeds and we sow them the best we can
I know why they call it the heartland
Sometimes you’ve gotta keep on going
When there’s nowhere left to go
I can’t take that train to Denver
So I let those tracks take me home
Maybe it’s a small town
And maybe it’s all we know
And maybe we’d stay right here
Even if we had somewhere to go
Maybe it’s a small town
But this is how I want to live
Ain’t it funny how the less you’ve got
The more you’ve got left to give
It’s a hard life, but I wouldn’t give it up
‘Cause I know it’s supposed to be this way
On a dark night you can look in the mirror
And you know that you’ve earned your pay
We plant these seeds and we sow them the best we can
I know why they call it the heartland
We plant these seeds and we sow them the best we can
I know why they call it the heartland