Listen up now people
Tell you where I’m from
Across the Mississippi
Deep in a hollow log
Well people on the coast
Think that we’re all hicks
Let me tell you now, mister
How we get our kicks
Come on!
What’s the land that I love best?
Best state in all the west
From the Mississippi waters’ stream
To the Missouri waters’ gleam
Fair as a poet’s dream
Our liberties we prize
And our rights we will maintain
Our liberties wе prize
And our rights we will maintain
From the Mississippi watеrs’ stream
To the Missouri waters’ gleam, yeah
Fair as a poet’s dream
Iowa, baby, Iowa, come on!
Alright!
Sing it!
Whoo!
Come on!
Well Mister big-city man
Hear what I say
I’m tired of you talking me down
It’s gonna be this way
We may lead a simple life
Doesn’t mean we’re dumb
I’m telling you now man, yeah
Just where we’re from, come on!
Alright!
Hey!
Yeah, our liberties we prize
And our rights we will maintain
Hear what I say?
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