Amber Waves of Grain

From them map dot towns to those big cities on the coast

From them six lane highways to those old dirt roads

We’re from different walks of life but at the end of the day

When we wanna unwind we’re really all the same

All red or yellow, black or white

We’re still red and white and blue inside

From sea to shining sea anywhere you go you’re gonna find

Some Milwaukee wheat being held up on a Saturday night

A hometown crowd singing loud let freedom ring, woah

A bunch of long neck bottles full of 12 fluid ounces swaying over our heads while we make

Some American, amber waves of grain