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Was a time the family farm was the backbone of this county
Fields of corn as far as the eye could see
Nowadays, the only crop that pays is subdivision housing
I break my back and still can't make ends meet
Folks say, "Better get out while you can."
Aw, but they don't understand just how stubborn I am

If I'm going down, I'm going down here
My hands on the wheel of this old John Deere
Plowing, sowing, growing in God's green earth
I ain't giving in, I ain't selling out
If I die dirt poor, I'll still be proud
You see, for me, this here is sacred ground
And it's where I'm going down
Where I'm going down

My great grandpa worked these fields straight through the Great Depression
And my grandpa steered the tractor sitting on his knee
It was right here my daddy learned to take pride in honest work
And that's something that he passed on down to me
So this ain't just about a piece of land
It's about the roots that make me who I am

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When the good Lord calls me home, I know where I'm gonna be
Riding high up on that tractor seat

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