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My father's son Lyricsby Montgomery Gentry Buy album CD: Carrying On 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
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