If the deed was still in my grandpa's hands, his farm would be where this Walmart stands.

But he's as gone as the good old days for the white tail left and the progress came to the front door saying, name your price.

Your neighbor's also, so we thought you might Want to cut the kind of deal that'll change your life

Man, they were right.

I could blame my family for wanting to sell.

Blame the price of cattle for going to hell.

Blame that banker and call him a crook.

Blame Uncle Sam for the cut he took when they cut the trees down and dug up my roots.

Now I'm stressed and low for instead of sweating in boots, the price per acre can't change the truth.

My life got rough when my hands got smooth.

It was up with the dawn.

It was praying for rain.

And if it was sunny, we were making hay.

Diesel was high, but the smiles were cheap.

Like tailgate beers and a good night's sleep.

But now the daily grind, it never stops.

I got an empty soul and a full inbox.

Orange bottles round the bathroom sink to catch a few restless swings.

i could blame my family for wanting to sell blame the price of cattle for going to hell blame that banker and call him a crook

Blame Uncle Sam for the cut he took When they cut the trees down and dug up my roots Now I'm stressed and low for instead of sweating in boots The price per acre can't change the truth My life got rough when my hands got smooth

Now groceries get delivered where they used to get grown.

Replaced all of our neighbors with strangers on phones.

and they keep paving adding lanes but there ain't no way to make it back home

i could blame my family for wanting to sell blame the price of cattle for going to hell blame that banker and call him a crook

Blame Uncle Sam for the cut he took when they cut the trees down and dug up my roots.

Now I'm stressed and low for instead of sweating in boots, the price per acre can't change the truth.

My life got rough.

When my hands got smooth.