My Father's Son Lyrics - Carrying On - Montgomery Gentry

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 

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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 

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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.