The rain never seems to fall on us
The price of hay is up and the future's going down
Them old men, Say it's never been this tough
If they were me, they moved down
They say their ain't no use in trying
They think our way is life is dying

Go ahead and carve the headstone, boys
And write your eulogy
And plan yourselves a funeral, but don't be expecting me
'Cause as long as I'm still breathing and my blood is flowing red
Our way of life ain't dead

Therе a whole lot more out therе like me
North to south, from sea to sea
You're thinkin' we're all gonna fold and quit
You better quit thinking 'cause you don't know shit
A hundred years of roots run deep
Times will change, but so will we
Feeding them five weights, slinging that rope
Can't quit now 'cause its all we know

Go ahead and carve the headstone
Throw a farewell party too
But please don't be expecting us 'cause we got work to do
Yeah, as long as we're still breathing, and our blood is flowing red
Our way of life ain't dead