[Intro chorus] We the people bleed red, white, and blue From the dust of the plains to the mountain views It ain't the flag or the men in suits It's the heartland beatin’ in me and you [Cool, confident verse] We the people, we stand our ground Built from blood and sweat, we don't mess around Some build bridges, some pave the way Some rise before the day, some others work late [Short instrumental] [Cool, confident verse] We the people, we're the Heartland's heart Tilling fields, building homes, carving out fresh starts Some take to battle, some rule the skies Some stand for the flag, some raise it high [Powerful, punchy, singable chorus] We the people bleed red, white, and blue From the old dive bars to the Sunday pews It ain't your color, your wealth, or shoes It's the heartland beatin’ in me and you [Cool, confident verse] We the people, from coast to coast From the Northern Lights to the Southernmost Through the amber waves, to the fruited plains We stand united, so let freedom reign [Powerful, punchy, singable chorus] We the people bleed red, white, and blue From the dust of the plains to the mountain views It ain't the flag or the men in suits It's the heartland beatin’ in me and you [Music calms down] [Respectful, emptional verse] We salute the boots that marched in the sand Through the desert heat, across distant lands For every flag folded, every name engraved For the brothers and sisters we couldn't save Through the stars and stripes, their legacy stays We stand here free 'cause the banner still waves We the people, we won't forget you One more time... [Group shouts] WE SALUTE THE BOOTS! [Anthemic instrumental leading into the chorus] [Powerful, punchy, singable extended chorus] We the people bleed red, white, and blue From the dust of the plains to the mountain views It ain't the flag or the men in suits It's the heartland beatin’ in me and you We the people bleed red, white, and blue From the old dive bars to the Sunday pews It ain't your color, your wealth, or shoes It's the heartland beatin’ in me and you [Powerful, punchy, singable final chorus] It’s the hands in the dirt, the steel on the tracks The voices in churches and the dive bar acts It ain’t about power, it ain’t about greed It's the liberty, the justice, and the freedom in meeeeeeeeee [End]
