The Cornbelt

I grew up in the cornbelt

In the state of Illinois

We grow soybeans and corn

In the summer you can see them

Scattered all across the land

Rows and rows of planted crops

Left unto the land

Farmers plant in the spring

And harvest in the fall

To see how good of job they've done.

Farming is a tough old job

From sun rise to sunfall

Their work is never done at all