Reason We’Re Here Ft Prophit

Verse 1 Kid from the country where the fields run wide, Girl from the city on the subway lines. Met halfway at a roadside bar, Same flag flyin’ over both they cars. One wore boots, one wore beat-up Chucks, Still sang along when the jukebox struck. Different stories but the same one cheer When that old song hit: “glad we’re all right here.” Pre-Chorus You can roam this world, see a lot of land, But there’s somethin’ ’bout this dirt You just understand. Chorus That’s the reason we’re here, Where the sky’s still wide and the road runs clear. Where a small-town hand and a big-city mind Can build one life on the same state line. We fuss and we fight like kin some days, But we still show up when it all goes sideways. Yeah, we love deep, stand firm, hold our freedom dear— God bless America… That’s the reason we’re here. Verse 2 Got a vet on the porch with a flag in his hand, Got a first-gen kid runnin’ track for this land. Got a mom workin’ doubles with a tired smile, Still packs lunches, prays over every mile. You got beach folks, bayous, mountain air, Steel mill smoke and county fair. We don’t look the same but we all know this: You don’t mess with a place That gives you this much gift. Pre-Chorus We’re a little rough ’round the edges, yeah that’s true, But when the storm clouds hit, We turn red, white and blue. Chorus That’s the reason we’re here, Where a bad day still beats most anywhere. Where you can chase your dream or just chase deer, Start over next week, wipe off that fear. We’ll joke and we’ll jab, but we hold folks near, If you fall down hard, someone grabs that gear. Yeah, we laugh loud, fight clean, keep our people near— God bless America… That’s the reason we’re here. Bridge From the church pew rows to the corner store, From the high-rise lights to the feed-store floor, We don’t always agree on what’s wrong or right, But we still share grills On the Fourth of July night. If you come in peace, you got friends for life, If you push too far, well… we know how to fight. Love first, stand last, that’s the deal ’round here— Hearts wide open, Lines held clear. Final Chorus Yeah, that’s the reason we’re here, Land of second chances and ice-cold beer. Land where a last name don’t lock your fate, You can write your story in any state. We got flaws, sure, but we don’t run scared, We roll up sleeves when the load’s gotta be shared. From sea to shining sea, one truth rings clear— God bless America… That’s the reason we’re here. Tag Yeah, whatever road you took to get you home, There’s a star-spangled sky Sayin’ “You’re not alone.”