On the porch - sits an old man,
Staring out - across the flat land,
Wishing he was plowin fields today.
His tractor - over there,
Barley make out - the words John Deere
Cause the sun has almost faded them away.
He says son I've worked - this piece of ground - nearly all my life.
It's where I was raised - to be a man - and raised a family with my wife.

In the fields - by the crack of dawn
Tryin to finish up - for the sun is gone,
I've spent days - prayin to God - for rain.
Plantin cotton - and cussin weeds
Fixin plows - and choppin beans
This farmin life's all - it's suppose to be
And it sure has made an old man - out of me.

So full of his self - in his younger days
There wasn't much - he woundn't do or say
He never noticed - he was slowin down - as years went by.
Said it's been a tough life, - then raised his hand
But I wouldn't trade places - with any man
And I'd do it all again - if I had the time.
He said the kids are grown and I lost my wife just last year,
Don't know how long I'll be around but I plan to be right here.

In the fields - by the crack of dawn
Tryin to finish up - for the sun is gone,
I've spent days - prayin to God - for rain.
Plantin cotton - and cussin weeds
Fixin plows - and choppin beans
This farmin life's all - it's suppose to be
And it sure has made an old man - out of me.

He said the grass aint always greener on the other side,
You make it what you want, with what you put into life.

In the fields - by the crack of dawn
Tryin to finish up - for the sun is gone,
I've spent days - prayin to God - for rain.
Plantin cotton - and cussin weeds
Fixin plows - and choppin beans
This farmin life's all - it's suppose to be
And it sure has made an old man - out of me.
sure has made an old man,
sure has made an old man, out of me.