歌曲 | My Father's Son |
歌手 | Montgomery Gentry |
专辑 | Carrying On |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
Written:Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe | |
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 |
Written: Dan Colehour Scooter Carusoe | |
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 |
Written: Dan Colehour Scooter Carusoe | |
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 |