Heart of America

My sweet mother gets up so early in the mornin'
She turns on the 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, it 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, gettin' by on their own two hands
You can pray to anybody's Jesus and be a hardworkin' man
But at the end of the day, if the rain, it don't rain, you just do what you can
Sometime back in '86, the big banks took the throne
They asked that every local farmer try to dry his own corn
But the men in 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 much 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, gettin' by on their own two hands
You can pray to anybody's Jesus and be a hardworkin' man
But at the end of the day, if the rain, it don't rain
If the bank, it don't pay
You just do what you can
You just do what you can