My sweet mother gets up so early in the morning She turns on the stove and she makes a pot of coffee My daddy fills his tractor up with diesel to plant the corn And that's how it was on the day that I was born Well the days they went by and the bins filled up with grain My mother's brother died on a motorcycle in the rain The town got too big for its britches and the government it came And now it will never be the same No one moves away with no money They just do what they can To live in the heart of America Getting by on their own two hands You can pray to anybody's Jesus And be a hardworking man But at the end of the day, if the rain it don't rain We just do what we can Some time back in eighty-six When big banks took the throne They asked about every local farmer try to dry his own corn But the men in the suits had a bigger plan Than to let it be our own When the crops came in that spring, they were blown And Neil and Willie tried so hard And battles they have gone But that was still long after the bigger war had been won No one was there to save the wheat and the cattle at my home They took every field my family owned No one moves away with no money They just do what they can To live in the heart of America Getting by on their own two hands You can pray to anybody's Jesus And be a hardworking man But at the end of the day, if the rain it don't rain If the bank it don't break We just do what we can You just do what you can