My Father's Son Lyrics

Old white washed barn doors,
Rain rusted tin,
Straw hat shirt and blue jeans,
Hangin’ in the wind.
There’s never a time for these bones to mend.

Up before the sunrise.
The frost on my fields.
I’ve got this diesel burnin’,
Turning these four wheels
Across this land I’ve been handed down
I 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 wanna 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 on county road
Watch the cars go rushin by
And disappear like ghosts
Out where the sky meets the amber waves
Oh 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.

Oh no, not for my father’s son
Oh no. Mmmm-mmm