Herkyland

My job can take me anywhere I please. All I gotta do is tell my app where I wanna put myself too. My gosh, there's thousands of destinations I can put on a limb. But sometimes my heart makes the list very slim. Take me back to Herkyland, please. More than cornfields and farmland, it's a way of life. Fresh fruit, beer, and your amstab light. Don't forget the ranch with any appetite. It's the Herkyland Way of Life. The Herkyland Way of Life We wandered at the CRD with the smell of fresh air. The site's all too familiar. It all brings a bell of the charm only this place has. The air port is small, but the heart is bed, which is not in any doubt. And the statue of my favorite fathered friend, groups me at the gate ready for me to hug it in the bird's mouth. My heart was saying a departure. Take me back to Herkyland, please. More than cornfields and farmland, it's a way of life. Fresh fruit, beer, and your amstab light. Don't forget the ranch with any appetite. It's the Herkyland Way of Life. In a Saturday night business trip, some say I have no obligation, but I still make a reservation. This is not just any business trip, but one with 70,000 friends. Which I make it my obligation to say. Take me back to Herkyland, please. More than cornfields and farmland, it's a way of life. Fresh fruit, beer, and your amstab light. Don't forget the ranch with any appetite. It's the Herkyland Way of Life. You were taught the heart is red, or did in biology. Taking a step further in Valentine's Day, but in this place it hits different. Hearts are made of black and gold. And not quite for traditional anatomy. It's an autonomy that unites us all in harmony. A harmony that has me thinking. Take me back to Herkyland, please. More than cornfields and farmland, it's a way of life. Fresh fruit, beer, and your amstab light. Don't forget the ranch with any appetite. It's the Herkyland Way of Life. I'm telling you, it's the Herkyland Way of Life. Always, choice is nice at the Herkyland Way of Life.