[Verse 1]
I love the fields where the wheat waves high,
The open roads stretching under the sky.
Small towns where folks still tip their hats,
Honest work and a porch where the evening sat.
[Chorus]
Honest and free, that’s the way it should be,
Land of the brave, where the heart can see.
From the mountains tall to the rolling sea,
America, you’re honest and free.
[Verse 2]
I admire the truth in a farmer’s hand,
The strength of hope in this rugged land.
Books and dreams built my degree,
And taught me what it means to be free.
[Chorus]
Honest and free, that’s the way it should be,
Land of the brave, where the heart can see.
From the mountains tall to the rolling sea,
America, you’re honest and free.
[Bridge]
Freedom rings in the church bell’s chime,
In every clock that keeps its time.
A song of hope, a melody,
Sung by the land of the honest and free.
[Chorus]
Honest and free, that’s the way it should be,
Land of the brave, where the heart can see.
From the mountains tall to the rolling sea,
America, you’re honest and free.