Letra de My Father's Son

old white washed barn door, rain rusted tin straw-packed shirt and blue jeans,hanging 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 this diesel burning,turning these four wheels across this land i've been handed down feel my roots run deep in this ground chorus: so stand me up, tall in this seat and 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 not for my father's son three generations before i ever came cut back these timbers and bet their lives on grain and i wanna see just once, before i die us doing more than just barely getting by...yea chorus now and then i walk my fence down by old county road and i watch the cars go rushing by and disappear like ghosts out where the sky meets the amber waves well i'm a rock in this land god made chorus