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There's something proud about tilling ground,
On a generation hand-me-down,
A half day's drive from the nearest town.
Where the grain grows tall and the sky low,
And those old prairie breezes know,
A little trick with tide to make those golden waves roll.
We crossed the country,
Followed those railroad lines,
Out to the prairies,
Country of never-ending sky,
To find a new life,
Grown from the ground,
Built on the bedrock,
Of dirty hands and sweaty brows.
There's a little bit of faith in the seeds we sow,
And those grain elevators know,
Sometimes you're high and sometimes your low.
And sometimes you pray for a little luck,
Like when the Red River rises up,
And those sandbag walls just don't seem high enough.
We crossed the country,
Followed those railroad lines,
Out to the prairies,
Country of never-ending sky,
To find a new life,
Grown from the ground,
Built on the bedrock,
Of calloused hands and sweaty brows.
We crossed the country,
Followed those railroad lines,
Out to the prairies,
Country of never-ending sky,
To find a new life,
Grown from the ground,
Built on the bedrock,
Of dirty hands and sweaty brows.
On a generation hand-me-down,
A half day's drive from the nearest town.
Where the grain grows tall and the sky low,
And those old prairie breezes know,
A little trick with tide to make those golden waves roll.
We crossed the country,
Followed those railroad lines,
Out to the prairies,
Country of never-ending sky,
To find a new life,
Grown from the ground,
Built on the bedrock,
Of dirty hands and sweaty brows.
There's a little bit of faith in the seeds we sow,
And those grain elevators know,
Sometimes you're high and sometimes your low.
And sometimes you pray for a little luck,
Like when the Red River rises up,
And those sandbag walls just don't seem high enough.
We crossed the country,
Followed those railroad lines,
Out to the prairies,
Country of never-ending sky,
To find a new life,
Grown from the ground,
Built on the bedrock,
Of calloused hands and sweaty brows.
We crossed the country,
Followed those railroad lines,
Out to the prairies,
Country of never-ending sky,
To find a new life,
Grown from the ground,
Built on the bedrock,
Of dirty hands and sweaty brows.
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from Courage,
released November 18, 2011
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Jun 2009
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