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  • Written:Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe
    Old white washed barn doors
    Rain rusted tin
    Straw packed shirt and blue jeans
    Hangin' in the wind
    There's never time for these bones to mend
    Up before the sun dries
    The frost on my fields
    I've got the diesel burnin'
    Turnin' these four wheels
    Across this land I been handed down
    Feel my roots run deep in this ground
    So stand me up tall in this seat
    Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
    And turn this earth over one more time
    Some say this way of life is done
    But not for my father's son
    Three Generations
    Before I ever came
    Cut back these timbers
    And bet their lives on grain
    And I want to see just once before I die
    Us doin' more than just barely getting by
    So stand me up tall in this seat
    Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
    And turn this earth over one more time
    Some say this way of life is done
    But not for my father's son
    Now and then I walk my fence
    Down by the old country road
    And watch the cars go rushin' by
    And disappear like ghosts
    Out where the sky meets the amber waves
    Yeah I'm a rock in this land God made
    So stand me up tall in this seat
    Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
    And turn this earth over one more time
    Some say this way of life is done
    But not for my father's son
  • Written:Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe
    Old white washed barn doors
    Rain rusted tin
    Straw packed shirt and blue jeans
    Hangin' in the wind
    There's never time for these bones to mend
    Up before the sun dries
    The frost on my fields
    I've got the diesel burnin'
    Turnin' these four wheels
    Across this land I been handed down
    Feel my roots run deep in this ground
    So stand me up tall in this seat
    Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
    And turn this earth over one more time
    Some say this way of life is done
    But not for my father's son
    Three Generations
    Before I ever came
    Cut back these timbers
    And bet their lives on grain
    And I want to see just once before I die
    Us doin' more than just barely getting by
    So stand me up tall in this seat
    Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
    And turn this earth over one more time
    Some say this way of life is done
    But not for my father's son
    Now and then I walk my fence
    Down by the old country road
    And watch the cars go rushin' by
    And disappear like ghosts
    Out where the sky meets the amber waves
    Yeah I'm a rock in this land God made
    So stand me up tall in this seat
    Lord help me guide this plow beneath my feet
    And turn this earth over one more time
    Some say this way of life is done
    But not for my father's son