He grew up in the hollow, barefoot and running free

Gave four years to his country, at the age of 23

He came back from the army, a little wiser than before

Guess, he learned to love life, a little more

Bought himself a farmhouse, and a little piece of land

Traded in that ole gray mule, for my grandma's wedding 

band

He raised up a family, the best that he knew how

With calloused hands, he'd walk behind the plow.

He'd say



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?You can't get to Heaven, in some fancy foreign car

?Cause it ain't what you got down here, that makes you 

what you are

Keep a Bible by your bedside, don't let it gather dust?


And, I pray to God that someday, I can be half the man 

he was.



He never seemed to worry, about the things he couldn't 

change

He'd talk about his grandkids and when it was gonna' 

rain

Living off the farmland, just like his dad before

To tell the truth, son, who could ask for more.



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He used to sit out on the front porch, in the early 

morning light

Staring at them dusty fields, he prayed for every night

He'd think about his family, and the man he'd come to 

be

He'd say, the best things in life are always free.



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