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Saw a New York City lawyer on my tv standing at the podium Talkin' bad about the heartland 'bout the farmers and the workers and the guns But he ain't lived a New York minute in the hayfields He ain't seen the hallowed ground And he probably thinks that he could do it better If we turned him loose right now Well I'll hold your new suit and tie if you want Let's cash that check that your mouth's writin' son We're up at 4:30 We're throwing boots on our feet We break a plow only one who can fix it is me We don't get paid for sittin' in cold AC You make a big ol' noise where you come from man But you wouldn't last five minutes in the heartland In the heartland When you sit down at a restaurant you don't wonder who it was that grew that corn How his kids all skipped on college so somebody'd be around to help the farm The day we quit is the day you starve You're talking trash 'bout who we are Empty words from empty suits that ramble on But we're up at 4:30 We're throwing boots on our feet We break a plow only one who can fix it is me Letras de cancionesWe don't get paid for sittin' in cold AC You make a big ol' noise where you come from man But you wouldn't last five minutes in the heartland In the heartland We might do it different but I never found A strong honest worker you don't want around We're up at 4:30 We're throwing boots on our feet We break a plow only one who can fix it is me We don't get paid for sittin' in cold AC You make a big ol' noise where you come from man But you wouldn't last five minutes in the heartland In the heartland From Letras Mania