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Well out there in the flint hills Northeast of Kansas The wind can cut clean through your soul Mid-summer heat Well it'll melt you right down to the pavement But the beer around here is always cold Well they get up with the sunrise There's no burnin' daylight Cattle to feed and hay to mow They never turn their backs on A neighbor in need I guess that's just the midwestern code Grain elevators make the country skyline Little square towns, spread out far and wide Gravel roads and the corn fields, miles of rollin' wheat Welcome to the Great Plains, welcome to the Great Plains Welcome, to the Home of the Free They love their Friday night High school football Sunday church, and catfish fried Nothin' better than turnin' ground On the John Deere tractor Beneath that big blue prairie sky Letras de cancionesGrain elevators make the country skyline Little square towns, spread out far and wide Gravel roads and the corn fields, miles of rollin' wheat Welcome to the Great Plains, welcome to the Great Plains Welcome, to the Home of the Free Smell the rain wet on the blacktop Guess the next flicker of a lighting bug Out on the front porch swing, sunset soda pop And they build it all from a land they love Grain elevators make the country skyline Little square towns, spread out far and wide Gravel roads and the corn fields, miles of rollin' wheat Welcome to the Great Plains, welcome to the Great Plains Welcome, to the Home of the Free From Letras Mania