This old farm where I'll probably die
I never needed to see much more
Than what I could see from my front porch
If the rain doesn't come,
I'll just stand in a field
And I give thanks to the man above me
I'm nothing more than I am
I'm just a simple working man
And I wake up to a vision of curls
when I count my blessings up
I never planned on strikin' it rich, hell
A Chevy that barely gets me around
But the bank owns everything but my soul
And someday if the truth be told
But I wouldn't change a thing
Oh, I've got everything I need
And I give thanks to the man above me
I'm nothing more than I am
I'm just a simple working man
And I wake up to a vision of curls
When I count my blessings up
And I give thanks to the man above me
I'm nothing more than I am
I'm just a simple working man
And I'll make up to a vision
Beautiful woman that rocks my world
When I count my blessings up