It’s a drink on Saturday nights,

But you better be at church on Sunday.

It’s high school football, Friday night lights,

We all dread work on Monday.

The late summer nights, starry and warm,

Long walks in the afternoon,

Movies through any storm,

At night we gaze upon the full moon.

It’s where we are from,

Born and raised.

We know what to become

No matter what we will be praised.