Verse 1
My granddad said, “Boy, keep it steady,
Don’t chase the crow, don’t fight the wind.”
I gripped those handles with white-knuckled fingers,
Cut my first furrow through that field of sin.
The earth rolled over like a sleeping giant,
Dark and rich beneath the summer sun.
And I learned that day some things worth having
Only come when the hard work’s done.
Pre-Chorus
Every road, every scar, every calloused hand,
Has a story written deeper than we planned.
Chorus
We’re all plow lines running through the years,
Drawn by sweat and carved by tears.
The land leaves marks, and so do we,
In the roots we tend and the things we keep.
Some lines fade and some remain,
Like old love letters written in the rain.
We’re proof of where we’ve been all this time,
Just a couple souls living between the plow lines.
Verse 2
There’s a path down to the lake we’ve worn bare,
Through the grass where our children used to run.
And that little crease between your eyes appears
When you’re fixing something that can’t come undone.
The reins have left their grooves upon my palms,
The years have left their silver in your hair.
Funny how the things that shape us most
Are the burdens we were proud to bear.
Pre-Chorus
No, it wasn’t always easy, wasn’t always kind,
But the truest things are written over time.
Chorus
We’re all plow lines running through the years,
Drawn by sweat and carved by tears.
The land leaves marks, and so do we,
In the roots we tend and the things we keep.
Some lines fade and some remain,
Like old love letters written in the rain.
We’re proof of where we’ve been all this time,
Just a couple souls living between the plow lines.
Bridge
The oak tree wears the wind.
The river wears the stone.
A wedding band wears thin.
A heart learns how to hold.
Nothing worth loving leaves us unchanged,
And nothing true stays perfectly smooth.
Rap Verse
Yeah, every scar got a story, every wrinkle got a name,
Every mile of dirt road taught a lesson through the pain.
From the first straight furrow to the tracks by the lake,
Built a life with these hands, every choice that we made.
Got the dust on my boots and the sun on my back,
Years etched deep like a wheel in an old wagon track.
And when I look at you, I see the proof in your eyes,
We were shaped by the struggle, but that’s how love survives.
Final Chorus
We’re all plow lines running through the years,
Drawn by sweat and carved by tears.
The land leaves marks, and so do we,
In every prayer and memory.
The world will turn, the seasons climb,
But you’ll still be standing here beside mine.
Proof we were here, proof love survived,
Written deep between the plow lines.
Outro
So leave your mark, and let life leave its own.
That’s how a field becomes a home.
That’s how a heart learns over time…
To find its way between the plow lines.
Between the plow lines…
Between the plow lines…
Where love and labor intertwine…
We’ll live forever in the plow lines.
DoubleJ83
