The sun is up it's the crack of dawn,
time to start the day.
The roosters crowing, the hens are laying,
through the mist of morn I see a baby fawn,
time to throw the hay.
No time to rest, just take a knee to quickly pray,
back to work cattle to feed.
The smell of the earth as the plow breaks ground
in hopes the rain will soon come.
From sun up to sun down, our work is never done
but it's a life I inherited it's a life I Love,
For I'm a Country boy.