Listen to the wind, is the sound Blowing in changes and breaking through this Listen to the heartbeat, heartland's barely Hope and faith are still alive but jobs are leaving
It me to the bone Brings a to my eye Like the last of summer gone It's hard to a good thing die
In the of my youth there was dancing in the streets Ford was building motorcars and were building dreams 'Round the clock, day and night, working a way of life As I
It chills me to the a tear to my eye Like the last days of gone hard to watch a good thing die
It's the Midwest fall, blue life Staring at December, dreaming July The fall, dreams get blown away It's hard to the Midwest fall
My grandpa was a union man, my daddy watched it We never had a lot, we lived off what we We built the cars and that helped to keep our nation free And now I afford to feed my family
It me to the bone a tear to my eye Like the last days of summer It's hard to watch a good die
the Midwest fall, blue collar life Staring at December, dreaming July The Midwest fall, dreams get away It's hard to take the fall, oh, oh yeah
I can't pay my taxes, I can't to feed my kids I guess I'll stay and it out Because you are so beautiful,
The fall, blue collar life Staring at December, about July The Midwest fall, dreams get away hard to take
The Midwest fall, oh, don't go The Midwest fall, dreamin', The Midwest fall, ah, don't go It's hard to take, please go away you are so beautiful
The fall The Midwest The fall The Midwest