I live out at the end of a dirt road
An old farm house, 5 dogs on the front porch
Where I sit out and watch my corn grow
Double barrel shotgun by my front door
I roll out of bed when the sun comes up
Climb up into my pickup truck and drive to my Case combine
Break my back ‘til the sun turns in
I'll get up tomorrow and do it all again
Cause I'm proud of these calloused hands and the sweat on my brow
From my dirty, faded working jeans to the blood on my plow
I plant my seeds, and damn this heat and pray for a little rain
Out here on the frontline making my stand against the grain
I've got fields that aint been plowed
Cause the fuel's gone up and the grain's gone down
The bank note's late and there's mouths to feed
We're a picture of the new American family
But the roots run deep on this family tree
It's a way of life for folks like me
We're proud of these calloused hands and the sweat on our brow
Our dirty, faded workin jeans and the blood on our plow
We plant our seeds, damn the heat and pray for a little rain
Out here on the front lines making our stand
Against the grain
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