| Lyrics: | HEARTLAND
(Steve Gillette and Rex Benson)
Here, in the heart of the
nation.
I'm just a man whose made a promise he can't keep
I've been workin' every
sunrise,
But it's too late, I'm in too deep.
This farm is my home it's my
birthright
It's the only life I know.
I've worked this land with all the love in these
hands
And I can't just let it go.
But in the heartland,
There's a man who holds
the paper on my soul.
There's a circumstance that's out of my control.
And the thunder and
the winds begin to roll.
In the heartland,
In the light before the darkness
falls.
Revelations in those marbled halls,
Where they've traded away my home,
Where they've taken away my home.
What does it profit a man,
To gain the world and
lose the seed?
To see the innocent land
Become the servant of their greed.
And
I know I'm not alone,
There's a woman who knew me when my prayers were younger.
And
children, ashamed of their hunger.
And others, family farmers like my own,
Up late tonight
in the heartland.
And in the heartland,
There's a man who holds the paper on my
soul.
There's a circumstance that's out of my control
And the thunder and the winds begin
to roll.
In the heartland,
In the light before the darkness falls.
Recriminations in
those distant halls
Where they've traded away our home,
Where they've taken away our
home.
Copyright 1990, Foreshadow Music, BMI / Jesse Erin Music, ASCAP
Used by
permission
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