My Father's Son Lyrics
| Song | My Father's Son |
| Artist | Montgomery Gentry |
| Album | Carrying On |
| Download | 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 |
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