Well, the cornrows hide the earth below

and she moves through the field to reap what’s sown

but the sun and sky have done their worst

and them golden ears have died of thirst.

Now there’s cracks in the ground a half inch wide

and the leaves lay down brown and dried

and that’s silage corn at the very best

and it’s laid her family’s farm to rest.

That’s why we need some rain out here

we need to soak this Heartland

We need some rain out here

we need to soak this Heartland

Farming used to be a way for a man to live

without drinking his life from the government’s tit

but all that changed when the businessmen came

when they bought the land and sold it back again.

Now it don’t much matter what you grow

you’re gonna get what they pay and not what your owed

and a life ain’t worth a can of piss

to a Wall Street man and his interest

That’s why we need some rain out here

we need to soak this Heartland

We need some rain out here

we need to soak this Heartland

So let it rain on the land of mine

let it rain till the river runs high

let it melt our hearts of gold

let it knock that dust right off the old Dust Bowl

let it rain on the Heartland

let it rain on the business man

let it melt his dreams of gold

and take it back to the days of old.

Yeah we need some rain out here

we need to soak this Heartland

We need some rain out here

we need to soak this Heartland