Way before the sun up, on his second cup, Hes out across the open sky. As of orange, pink, and gray Wash over of new mown hay The rangeland a cowboys heart with pride.
He rises slowly his chair, His back is stiff, in his hair. Hes spent a lot of lone in the sun. He aint one much to He saddles up, the reins, And har til his working day is done.
You can see it in the of every woman and man spent their whole lives living close to the land. Theres a for the country And a in the brand In Americas living close to the land In heartland close to the land.
the sun is high overhead Shes been eight out of bed. still got a lot of work to do, Pulling weeds an patchin And keepin when times are lean, She does a work and a womans too.
run a tractor, water stock, Fix the truck, feed her flock But somehow she gets from the ground. She got a thing to prove She simply what she must do From early 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. Theres a for the country And a pride in the In Americas living close to the land In heartland close to the land.
Theres something that the people Who make things live and make things Deeper than the words of any That unless touched this earth, seeds, or given birth The human heart can come of age.
You can see it in the eyes of woman and man Whove spent their whole lives living to the land. Theres a love for this And a pride in the In Americas heartland close to the land In Americas close to the land.
Bringin in the sheaves, bringin in the We shall come bringin in the sheaves. Tis a to be simple, Tis a to be free, Tis a gift to down we ought to be.
When we find ourselves in the place right It will be in the valley of and delight. And when simplicity is gained To bow and to we wont be ashamed. To turn, turn be our delight Til by turning, turning we come right.