Fourth Generation

Verse

Boots hit dirt ‘fore the sun shows gold

Morning air got that bite of cold

Same red clay on these worn-out jeans

Same hard work, same big dreams

There’s a Bible sittin’ by the screen door

Black-and-white from ’44

Great-granddaddy by a mule and plow

I feel him lookin’ at me now

Pre-chorus

They say the bank’s been callin’ lately

Crop price fallin’ like rain

But this land raised my whole family

We don’t walk away

Chorus

I’m the fourth generation, raised on grit and grace

Diesel in my bloodline, sunburn on my face

This field ain’t dirt — it’s our last name

Written in rows of grain

When the sky turns black and the winds blow loud

We pray for rain, then pray for clouds

Through every storm that rolls somehow

I’m the fourth generation now

Verse

She pulls up in a dusty Ford

Laughs when I track mud on her porch

Says she loves these calloused hands

Says she understands

We sit on the tailgate after dark

Fireflies dancin’ in the yard

She says, “One day we’ll watch our kids

Run these fields like you did”

Pre-chorus

And if this town ever dries up

If the highway pulls us out

She says, “Wherever you’re plantin’ roots

That’s where I’ll settle down.”

Chorus

I’m the fourth generation, raised on grit and grace

Diesel in my bloodline, sunburn on my face

This field ain’t dirt — it’s our last name

Written in rows of grain

When the sky turns black and the winds blow loud

We stand our ground, we don’t back down

Through every storm that rolls somehow

I’m the fourth generation now

Bridge

If the tractors stop and the market falls

If a “For Sale” sign hits these walls

They’ll have to lay me in this ground

Before I let it go

Chorus

I’m the fourth generation…

Under wide sky salvation…

Calloused hands and a stubborn vow

This farm’s my forever now

When they carve my name in this town

I’ll still be turnin’ this soil around

Yeah, roots run deeper than the plow

I’m the fourth generation now