In a land of freedom, where the eagle flies so high,
I've got a heartache heavy, and I can't tell you why.
Stars and stripes can't mend me, nor the grace of old,
Oh, won't you please fill my empty aching hole?
I've walked these fields of glory, crops and dust in the air,
Each sunset like a story, of dreams left in despair.
Old glory waves above me, but inside I feel so cold,
Oh, won't you please fill my empty aching hole?
Please fill my empty aching hole,
With the spirit of the brave and the bold.
In this land of promise and soul,
Oh, won't you please fill my empty aching hole?
Where the limestone hills stand proudly, and rivers gently flow,
It's a tale of love and country, more than you could ever know.
But in my heart, the canyon's deep, it swallows me whole,
Oh, won't you please fill my empty aching hole?
I've knelt beside the battlefields, with heroes in the ground,
Their sacrifice is honored, but my tears, they still come down.
On this hallowed soil, I pray, for someone to console,
Oh, won't you please fill my empty aching hole?
Please fill my empty aching hole,
With the spirit of the brave and the bold.
In this land of promise and soul,
Oh, won't you please fill my empty aching hole?