Interpret:

Dierks Bentley

Album:

Home

West, on a plane bound west

I see her stretchin' out below

Land, blessed Mother Land

The place where I was born



Scars, yeah she's got her scars

Sometimes it starts to worry me,

'Cause lose, I don't wanna lose

Sight of who we are



From the mountains high

To the wave-crashed coast

There's a way to find

Better days, I know

It's been a long hard ride,

Got a ways to go

But this is still the place

That we all call home



Free, nothin' feels like free,

Though it sometimes means

We don't get along

'Cause same, no we're not the same

But that's what makes us strong

From the mountains high

To the wave-crashed coast

There's a way to find

Better days, I know.

It's been a long hard ride,

Got a ways to go

But this is still the place

That we all call home.



Brave, gotta call it brave

To chase that dream across the sea.

Name, then they signed their names

For something they believed

Red, how the blood ran red

We laid our dead in sacred ground

Just think, wonder what they'd think

If they could see us now



It's been a long hard ride,

Got a ways to go

But this is still the place

That we all call home.

It's been a long hard ride,

And I won't lose hope

This is still the place

That we all call home.