| I come from a land of oil and cattle |
| Hard work, blood, sweat, and tears |
| My grandpa’s grandpa, first broke the land |
| That’s been ours for one hundred years |
| The Feds tried to break us, and the bank tried to take us |
| But somehow we stayed in the saddle |
| Yeah, I’m proud to be from a land of oil and cattle |
| I come from a land of wide open prairie |
| Blue skies and wheat fields of gold |
| They call 'em the flatlands, but to me is the heartland |
| The best place that I’ve ever known |
| I don’t have much cash, but I ain’t a poor man |
| God, don’t give me more than I can carry |
| Yeah, I’m proud to be from a land of wide open prairie |
| I come from a land at the foot of the Rockies |
| Where the eagle protects the sky |
| I fished these rivers when I was a child |
| And I still do as the traffic drives by |
| Now fire took the jack pines but few fought off the coal mines |
| The government tried but can’t stop me |
| I’m proud to be from a land at the foot of the Rockies |
| I come from a land under one sun |
| Where my people, at one time, lived free |
| Before there was oil and fences for cattle |
| Mother Nature owned all you could see |
| The settlers came, and though we were brave |
| The healing has not yet begun |
| I’ll find my place again in this land under one sun |
| We’ll find out place again in this land under one sun |