Tytuł: My Father's Son

• Wykonawca: Montgomery Gentry
• Wyświetleń: 385

Old white washed barn doors,
  Rain rusted tin,
  Straw hat shirt and blue jeans,
  Hangin?in the wind.
  There÷Ő never a time for these bones to mend.
  
  Up before the sunrise.
  The frost on my fields.
  I÷Ře got this diesel burnin?
  Turning these four wheels
  Across this land I÷Ře 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÷Ő 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÷Ő 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÷Ď 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÷Ő son.
  
  Oh no, not for my father÷Ő son
  Oh no. Mmmm-mmm