For You.

Wake up early, boots on tight,
Sun peekin’ over them hills so bright.
Got my hands on the wheel of that old John Deere,
Same way Daddy did year after year.

We plow it deep and seed it right,
Pray for rain and morning light.
Corn grows tall through sweat and pride,
on this old field in the countryside.

Drop that seed in a row so straight,
Hope it grows, don’t tempt fate.
Hands in the soil, sweat on my brow,
Ain’t no shortcut, just the way we know how.

Ain’t just dirt, it’s blood and pride—
This old field keeps our dreams alive.
Corn grows tall through sweat and pride,
on this old field in the countryside.

Grandpa taught me, and I’ll teach mine,
Keep that corn standin’ tall in line.
Come October, when the stalks turn gold,
We gather it up, just like days of old.

Corn rows tall in the mid-July sun,
Workin’ this land till the day is done.
Corn grows tall through sweat and pride,
on this old field in the countryside.

Yeah, this old field keeps our dreams alive…
For the young, for the old, for the ones yet to arrive.


Would You Lay With Me (In a Field of Stone)

David Allan Coe

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