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