调：Ab major•
Verse 1
roots and rocks
from the place where I spread out my bed,
and I'm laying here looking
with my hands folded
up neath my head.
Tonight there's a ter
deep.
This evening the windmiller
brought me the word
his sleep.
So I saddled my gray horse
and rode out to a hill where,
I was a youngster of nine,
my grandfather said to me,
Son, this is ours.
It's yours, your daddy's, and mine.
He said my granddaddy settled here after the war,
that new tank's where
his house used to be.
He wanted to cowboy and live in the west,
come to Texas from East Tennessee.
The longhorn were wild
With a long rope he caught him a few,
and with the money he made from trailing them north,
he proved up this homestead for you.
When the railroad got closer,
they built the first fence
where the river runs through the east
side.
Then when I was a button,
they built these corrals.
That winter, my granddaddy died.
He said, my father took over,
bought up more range with purebreds,
he improved our stock
and windmills looked like they grew out
of the ground.
But it seemed that the Lord
took a liking to us.
As my father grew older,
he gave me more rain.
I was running more cows,
and your daddy was my
right -hand man.
Well, his eyes got real cloudy.
He took off in a trot,
and I watched as he rode out of sight.
And though I was a child,
I knew I was special,
Ab
tonight.
Not many years later,
my daddy was killed on a ship
And now that he's gone,
things are certain to change.
I reckon that's how it should be,
but five generations have called
because I've got a little one home in a
crib.
When he's old enough that he'll understand,
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