Home is a rebel flag on a barn roof
It's corn and onion fields
It's where the black dirt is
Home is 4-H clubs and Dairy Princesses
It's sitting in the back of a pickup truck
It's bonfires and cowboy boots
Home is country music and hay fields
It's red barns and green tractors
It's dairy and produce farms
Home is a small town
It's a barn party on a Saturday night
It's church on a Sunday morning
Home is a county club
It's designer and "in-season"
It's a popularity contest
Home is a competition
It's where selfishness grows rampant
It's money and greed
Home is McMansions and Mercedes
It's lap dogs and maids
It's private schools and nannies
Home is where you are from
It's two worlds collided into one
It's where a part of you always lives
It's not something you can change
It's something you are born into
It's where you will always have something
...or so you thought