Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dierks Bentley
Lead Vocals
Brett Beavers
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dierks Bentley
Songwriter
Brett Beavers
Songwriter
Dan Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brett Beavers
Producer
Luke Wooten
Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Gary Paczosa
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
West, on a plane bound west
I see her stretching 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, nothing 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
Names, 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
Writer(s): Joseph Goddard, Daniel Dodd Wilson, Gerald Phillip Kent
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