The rain never seems to fall on us The price of hay is up and the future's going down Them old men, Say it's never been this tough If they were me, they moved down They say their ain't no use in trying They think our way is life is dying
Go ahead and carve the headstone, boys And write your eulogy And plan yourselves a funeral, but don't be expecting me 'Cause as long as I'm still breathing and my blood is flowing red Our way of life ain't dead
Therе a whole lot more out therе like me North to south, from sea to sea You're thinkin' we're all gonna fold and quit You better quit thinking 'cause you don't know shit A hundred years of roots run deep Times will change, but so will we Feeding them five weights, slinging that rope Can't quit now 'cause its all we know
Go ahead and carve the headstone Throw a farewell party too But please don't be expecting us 'cause we got work to do Yeah, as long as we're still breathing, and our blood is flowing red Our way of life ain't dead