The old man loaded up everything that he owned. On a wagon and headed out west. The old woman fearlessly faced the unknown. 'Cause she figured he knew what was best. And they settled down hard on a government grant. With six mouths to feed and forty acres to plant. And the rain came down. Like an angel come down from above. And the rain came down. It'll wash you away and there ain't never enough. Fall turned to winter another year gone. Over and over again. Some took their lives from their land and moved on. And some stayed on to plow it back in. And the good Lord he giveth and he taketh away. And the restless shall go and the faithful shall stay. Now my grandaddy died in the room he was born in. Twenty-three summers ago. But I could have sworn he was beside me this morning. When the sheriff showed up at my door. So don't you come around here with your auctioneer man. 'Cause you can have the machines but you ain't taking my land