5 Minutes In The Heartland Lyrics

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
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

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