Way before the sun up, on his second cup, Hes out across the open sky. As streaks of orange, pink, and over rows of new mown hay The fills a cowboys heart with pride.
He rises from his chair, His is stiff, greys in his hair. Hes a lot of lone days in the sun. He one much to complain He up, takes the reins, And rides har til his day is done.
You can see it in the eyes of every and man Whove their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a for the country And a in the brand In Americas heartland living to the land In Americas close to the land.
When the sun is high Shes eight hours out of bed. still got a lot of work to do, Pulling weeds an jeans And keepin faith when are lean, She does a work and a womans too.
run a tractor, water stock, Fix the truck, then her flock But she gets roses from the ground. She aint got a thing to She simply does what she do early morning til the sun goes down.
You can see it in the of every woman and man Whove spent their whole lives living to the land. a love for the country And a in the brand In Americas heartland living to the land In Americas heartland to the land.
Theres something that the know Who things live and make things grow than the words of any sage That youve touched this earth, Planted seeds, or given The human heart can come of age.
You can see it in the of every woman and man Whove spent their lives living close to the land. Theres a for this country And a pride in the In Americas heartland living to the land In Americas heartland to the land.
Bringin in the sheaves, bringin in the We come rejoicing bringin in the sheaves. Tis a to be simple, Tis a to be free, Tis a gift to come we ought to be.
When we find ourselves in the place just It will be in the of love and delight. And when true is gained To bow and to we wont be ashamed. To turn, turn be our delight Til by turning, we come round right.