The sound of my John Deere, old war machine
Green and roaring loud, breaking the silence of the Texas plains
I take my coffee, kiss my loved ones tight
And head to work, in the fields where I find my delight

My children love this life, just like me
They're learning the ways of a good harvest
Soon to be under their command, they'll see
And it's beautiful to see them eager to work alongside me
And drive the green machine, together we'll reap what we sow, you'll see

Life in the country is simple, yet full of meaning
We find our peace, in the silence of the fields
And when the Sun sets on the horizon, we feel like we're home
And we know we'll return, to the fields, tomorrow

Life in the country is full of significance
Every farmer's surname is patience and faith
For we know well that planting without certainty of harvest
Is a matter of humility, it's simply having faith
And God has honored me, with each harvest I've made
And I thank Him, for each day that I'm alive