Have A Good-Un

Verse

He was born in the dust of a hard Colorado wind,

Raised on grit where the struggle begins.

Fields of sweat and cattle calls,

He stood tall through it all.

College came in the Panhandle sun,

Judged the cattle, made the rounds, got it done.

Met his bride, built a life so wide,

Three girls, a boy, and a grit that never died.

Chorus

He’d say “Have a good-un” with a wave of his hand,

Never needed words to help you understand.

Worked the land, helped neighbors grow,

From Kansas plains to the wheat he’d sow.

Tough as nails, but his heart ran deep,

Gave the shirt off his back, no promises to keep.

He couldn’t say “I love you” out loud,

But in the end, he showed it proud.

Verse

He loved to drive and watch the fields roll by,

Cattle grazing ‘neath a big blue sky.

Made beer with best friends, laughed through the pain,

Fought cancer hard in a three-year rain.

Taught us kids to stand up strong,

To work the dirt and right the wrong.

He was rough, but he was real,

And every scar had a story to feel.

Chorus

He’d say “Have a good-un” with a wave of his hand,

Never needed words to help you understand.

Worked the land, helped neighbors grow,

From Kansas plains to the wheat he’d sow.

Tough as nails, but his heart ran deep,

Gave the shirt off his back, no promises to keep.

He couldn’t say “I love you” out loud,

But in the end, he showed it proud.

Bridge

Now the fields still whisper his name,

In the wind, in the dust, in the pouring rain.

He’s gone, but his roots still hold,

In every acre, in every soul.

Chorus

He’d say “Have a good-un” with a wave of his hand,

Never needed words to help you understand.

Worked the land, helped neighbors grow,

From Kansas plains to the wheat he’d sow.

Tough as nails, but his heart ran deep,

Gave the shirt off his back, no promises to keep.

He couldn’t say “I love you” out loud,

But in the end… he showed it proud.

He couldn’t say “I love you” out loud,

But in the end… he showed it proud.