It’s a long way to D.C from our neighborhood
Both in distance and attitude too
Folks don’t think politicians are doing too good
A little more progress is due
Mostly farmers and ranchers in this little town
They ain’t perfect but you know where they stand
They’re used to the city folks putting them down
But they’re close to their kin and the land
Now the country is run by those urbanized types
With their Botox and Brooks Brothers suits
They’re impressed with their cars and their jobs and their hype
But out here we just don’t give a hoot
The heart of America runs through small towns
Out Here is where freedom won’t yield
From father to son freedom’s blood still flows down
Like the clear water flows through the field
The phrase “Of the people” still means something here
It seems lost on those fools in D.C.
And sometimes those bureaucrats fill me with fear
Have they no love of true liberty?
Out Here, I guess maybe it’s just simpler ways
But it seems things are clearer somehow
Maybe those politicians should spend a few days
On a John Deere, pulling a plow
Let ‘em get their hands dirty and rope a few calves
Let ‘em feel those old aches in the back
They’d see the gap ‘tween the have-nots and haves
And they'd see how the country’s off track
If they knew how it feels to accomplish a task
With your own hands and sweat of your brow
Maybe they’ll know the right questions to ask
And be able to do their jobs now
Out Here we want people who’ll just do their part
Not yes men who won’t take a stand
The Republic needs leaders with strong and brave hearts
Men who’ll work to preserve this great land
