Letras
This old cowhand's house
Is full of 4-H photos, show trophies, and worn out armchairs
And the kitchen's piled with dirty dishes
Rawhide in the making and the smell of loneliness and sage
Old Charlie Russell prints and Remington's pride
Hang on the wall above the bookcase holding dreams
Of Louie and Zane and all the old black and white books
And blue bottles and rocks off the Buttes
And you laugh at the old man in the beat up truck
You smile at the young couple with the kid who can already rope
But what you don't see is the breed of man
Who still stands strong to feed this land
When all you wanna do is take his life and love away
So don't you underestimate the man who feeds the land
Hand-crocheted covers on the backs of chairs
The slippers he's worn for years and years
Sit by the door among the moccasins and heels
Old riata out of use
Nylon's replaced the old time tools
He still checks heifers horseback and feeds with a team
Counties push for rural development
Banks holler for loans and payments
He still finds time to smile a newborn calf
And you laugh at the old man in the beat up truck
You smile at the young couple with the kid who can already rope
But what you don't see is the breed of man
Who still stands strong to feed this land
When all you wanna do is take his life and love away
So don't you underestimate the man who feeds the land
Feeds the land
The big men in the blue suits
They're wanting to put casinos out there on the island
They're endangering ideas that left wing taught
They want the ranchers to pay the price
So you can take their water and take their pride
But the cowhand won't back down without a fight
And you can laugh at the old man in the beat up truck
You smile at the young couple with the kid who can already rope
But what you don't see is the breed of man
Who still stands strong to feed this land
When all you wanna do is take his life and love away