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