Country Man

He wakes up with the sunrise, dust on his boots,

The smell of the earth, the fields bearing fruit.

A strong cup of coffee, a hat on his head,

Livin' his life by the words his daddy said.

He's a country man, with dirt on his hands,

Plowin' the fields, workin' the land.

Through the storms and the rain, he stands so tall,

A country man, givin' it his all.

The barn doors creak as he steps inside,

A tractor hums like a friend by his side.

The cattle are fed, and the chores never end,

He's got the heart of the land, it won't ever bend.

He's a country man, with dirt on his hands,

Plowin' the fields, workin' the land.

Through the storms and the rain, he stands so tall,

A country man, givin' it his all.

When the sun goes down, and the work is through,

He grabs his guitar, sings the evening blues.

With a sky full of stars and a peaceful breeze,

He's at home in his world, where his soul feels free.

He's a country man, with dirt on his hands,

Plowin' the fields, workin' the land.

Through the storms and the rain, he stands so tall,

A country man, givin' it his all.