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Montgomery Gentry My Father's Son Lyrics
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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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