Born 2 do

Sun peeks over that old pine tree,

Coffee in my hand, boots on my feet.

Dirt road winds to where the work begins,

A backbreaking life, but it feels like a win.

Up early in the morning, just to drive this tractor,

Plow these fields, long days to pay these bills.

Hands calloused, heart steady, ain’t nothing I’d rafter,

This country life, sure, has been good to me

Dust kicks up as the wheels start to turn,

Beneath this wide sky where the hot sun burns.

Every patch of ground, every seed I sow,

It’s the rhythm of my life, the only thing I know.

Up early in the morning, just to drive this tractor,

Plow these fields, long days to pay these bills.

Hands calloused, heart steady, ain’t nothing I’d rafter,

This country life, sure, has been good to me

Sometimes I wonder if there’s more to see,

But this dirt and these clouds, they’re a part of me.

Small-town quiet, where the strong pull through,

Out here I’ve learned what I was born to do.

Hands calloused, heart steady, ain’t nothing I’d rafter,

This country life, sure, has been good to me

Up early in the morning, just to drive this tractor,

Plow these fields, long days to pay these bills.

Hands calloused, heart steady, ain’t nothing I’d rafter,

This country life, sure, has been good to me

Hands calloused, heart steady, ain’t nothing I’d rafter,

This country life, sure, has been good to me