Montgomery Gentry - My Father's Son lyrics

rate me

Old white washed barn doors,

Rain rusted tin,

Straw hat shirt and blue jeans,

Hangin?in the wind.

There抯 never a time for these bones to mend.

Up before the sunrise.

The frost on my fields.

I抳e got this diesel burnin?

Turning these four wheels

Across this land I抳e 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抯 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抯 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抦 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抯 son.

Oh no, not for my father抯 son

Oh no. Mmmm-mmm