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Backstory:

I grew up on a farm in Kentucky and that land and my experiences inform this song.                                                                                                  

Lyrics:

                                                  
VERSE ONE
There’s a creek bed runnin’ the alfalfa field
Where my grandad taught me how to slack a reel
There’s a dusty grade 8 gravel road
Where my feet made music steppin on the stones

There’s a blue sky up above the old oak trees
Big enough to hold my biggest dreams
I hear God whisper in the country air
Every acre is an answered prayer

CHORUS
From the 12 gauge wire fence line
To the double cattle gate
All my favorite memories
Were raised up in this place
I could try to leave it
But I wouldn’t get too far
Oh, everything I need
Is on this farm

VERSE TWO
There’s a magic working in this old land
Turn a palm of blisters to a callused hand
And even -with a big old world to see 
This is the only place I wanna be

CHORUS

ALTERED CHORUS
From the 12 gauge wire fence line
To the double cattle gate
This hallowed ground is filled with
Things I can’t replace
I could try to leave it
But I wouldn’t get too far
Oh, everything I need
Is on this farm