Sitting underneath this tree
Feeling the warm summer breeze
Sitting underneath this tree
Letting life pass me by
I work the fields all day long
Plowing rows and bailing hay
Bring the cattle in
To put them in the barn
There is nothing
That’s going to change my ways
Do this a million times
Always the same
Do what I grew up
Knowing how to do
Is my way of being true
Sweat pours down my chin
As I go stacking wood again
When the cattle start to roam
I just go out and bring them back home
When the sun sets at the day’s end
Time to rest my back again
Time to let life go
The easy way
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