My Father's Son — Montgomery Gentry

Old white washed barn doors Rain rusted tin Straw packed shirt and blue jeans Hangin' in the wind There's never time for these bones to mend

Up before the sun dries The frost on my fields I've got the diesel burnin' Turnin' these four wheels

Across this land I been handed down 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's son

Three Generations Before I ever came Cut back these timbers And bet their lives on grain

And I want to 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's son

Now and then I walk my fence Down by the old country road And watch the cars go rushin' by And disappear like ghosts

Out where the sky meets the amber waves Yeah I'm 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's son