Raised a child of farmin' folks. Down in the southern land,. I worked all day in the summer sun. 'Til my back was leather tan.. I've been called hillbilly.
As I walk down this road, the rain is just starting to fall. How in the world did I let myself get so alone. I can't tell any difference. Between my tears and the rain falling down.
My daddy told me stories. About how this country was. When he was just a kid. How people took the time to care. And took alot of pride in the things they did..