Driving through the land of Lincoln always gets me thinking
Of the flatlands where I come from and the life I left behind
The corn grew high on Grandpa's farm
Now they boarded up the barn
That way of life from long ago just withered on the vine

You can take a girl out of the heartland
But you can't take the heartland from the heart
Of a flatland girl

You can plant your dreams in God's green acre
Send 'em to Heaven in a green elevator
But prayers don't run a tractor
Don't promise the summer rain
And I found out when I was young
No farmеr's day is never done
And whеn the hard times hit the heartland
And I had to move away

You can take a girl out of the heartland
But you can't take the heartland from the heart
Of a flatland girl

Then one day from the Windy City
In blew a man who could talk too pretty
Had a long look and Grandpa shook
That's been five years ago
Nowadays when I'm up in the land of Lincoln
I ask myself, "What were they thinking? "
All that's left is a photograph of the flatland fields of home

You can take a girl out of the heartland
But you can't take the heartland from the heart
You can take a girl out of the heartland
But you can't take the heartland from the heart
Of a flatland girl