From the recording State By State "Tribute 3"
Lyrics
Rolling fields stretch out for miles and miles
Corn grows tall beneath these summer skies
Small town lights and front porch Friday nights
There's something honest in the simple life
Iowa, where the prairie wind blows free
Where the rivers run and the fields turn gold like the sun
Iowa, you're the heartland calling me
Where the work is hard but the people's hearts are strong
Sunset paints the silos burning red
Tractors rolling home as day turns into night
County fairs and state house pride
From Dubuque down to Council Bluffs we ride
Iowa, where the prairie wind blows free
Where the rivers run and the fields turn gold like the sun
Iowa, you're the heartland calling me
Where the work is hard but the people's hearts are strong
Through the seasons changing, winter snow to spring
The land keeps giving everything
From the soil beneath our feet
To the stars above so sweet
Iowa, you're where I belong
In the heart of it all, standing tall and true
Iowa, this is my home song
Forever grateful for these roots in you