| I come from the heart of the Heartland
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| Where pictures shows where the corn grows
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| In rows and rows of summer greens
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| And winter snows
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| And it goes on
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| Through the crack of the bat
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| Oh everybody rollin' out their welcome mat
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| And our hands on our hearts under the stars of the Friday night flag
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| And oh the heart will wander
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| Beyond that wild blue yonder
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| When I get lost in the noise like a whisper I hear the voice of the boy
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| Oh from Illinois
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| I remember the first time
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| I saw that name on the marquee sign
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| Lights so bright could almost make you blind
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| I’d get lost in
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| Sweet girls singin' along
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| Buses rollin' on in the silver dawn
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| Seein' the world a long, long way from home
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| And oh the heart will wander
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| Beyond that wild blue yonder
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| When I get lost in the noise like a whisper I hear the voice of the boy
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| Oh oh oh
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| It’s water through my blood
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| It’s the place I got my roots
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| It’s the fire that’s in my soul
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| It’s the mud that’s on my boots
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| Oooh Illinois
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| Oh oh oh the heart will wander
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| Beyond that wild blue yonder
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| When I get lost in the noise like a whisper I hear the voice of the boy
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| Oh from Illinois
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| From Illinois
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| Oh oh oh from Illinois
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| Takes me back to Illinois
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| (Take me home)
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| (Take me home)
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| (Take me home)
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| (I come from the heart of the Heartland) |