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Red Steagall - Born to This Land lyrics
I've kicked up the hidden mesquite roots and rocks From the place where I spread out my bed. I'm layin' here under a sky full of stars With my hands folded up 'neath my head. Tonight there's a terrible pain in my heart Like a knife, it cuts jagged and deep. This evening the windmiller brought me the word That my granddaddy died in his sleep. I saddled my gray horse and rode to a hill Where when I was a youngster of nine, My granddaddy said to me, "Son this is ours, All of it, yours, your daddy's and mine. Son, my daddy settled here after the war That new tank's where his house used to be. He wanted to cowboy and live in the west Came to Texas from east Tennessee. The longhorns were wild as the deer in them breaks. With a long rope he caught him a few. With the money he made from trailin' em north, Son, he proved up this homestead for you. The railroad got closer, they built the first fence Where the river runs through the east side. When I was a button we built these corrals Then that winter my granddaddy died. My father took over and bought up more range With good purebreds he improved our stock. It seemed that the windmills grew out of the ground Then the land got as hard as a rock. Then during the dust bowl we barely hung on, The north wind tried to blow us away. It seemed that the Lord took a likin' to us He kept turnin' up ways we could stay. My daddy grew older and gave me more rein, We'd paid for most all of the land. By the time he went on I was running more cows And your daddy was my right hand man." His eyes got real cloudy, took off in a trot, And I watched as he rode out of sight. Tho I was a child, I knew I was special And I'm feelin' that same way tonight Not many years later my daddy was killed On a ship in the South China Sea. For twenty odd years now we've made this ranch work Just two cowboys, my granddad and me. And now that he's gone, things are certain to change And I reckon that's how it should be. But five generations have called this ranch home And I promise it won't end with me. 'Cause I've got a little one home in a crib When he's old enough he'll understand, From the top of that hill I'll show him his ranch Cause like me, he was Born To This Land. |
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