Left home young

He came up hard where the winters bite,

No silver spoon, just yard work light.

Old man worked with busted hands,

Taught him more than college can.

Left home young with a fire and a scar,

Didn’t get far with just hope and a car.

He ran too fast, stayed out too late,

Chasin' tail lights and tempting fate.

Had some friends he don’t talk to now,

Did some things he won’t speak out loud.

If you met him then, you’d never believe

The man he became, what he’d one day achieve.

But he found his pace, found his fight,

Traded bar tabs for work boots tight.

Met a girl, had a kid, bought some land,

And started buildin’ with his own two hands.

Didn’t happen fast, didn’t come in fame,

But he carved out a life and gave it his name.

He ain’t the kind that rolls in rich,

But every inch he owns, he earned that ditch.

Built it slow through storm and loss,

Paid his dues and bore the cost.

And now he stands on what he sought,

A little slice the world forgot —

But it's his, and it was built…

Not bought.

Yeah, it was built…

Not bought.