Bitching about the weather and things still left to do
Another year we’re outa here, if not another maybe two
Cuz the grandkids they’ve been growing and life’s been flying by
There’s a little more to living and never enough time

With these miles of barb wire fences, some cows on a piece of ground
Droughts and mud deep in the blood, the ones that don’t come around
Passed down for generations with scars they’ll never see
Folks chalk it up to work and luck
And we’ll call it a legacy, a hard earned legacy

I watched you for a decade, working on this place
Seen happiness and heartache that’s been written on your face
It’s a heavy gift that’s passed along from fathers to their sons
Now the weight is shifting shoulders now your working days are done

With these miles of barb wire fences, some cows on a piece of ground
Droughts and mud deep in the blood, the ones that don’t come around
Passed down generations with scars they’ll never see
Folks chalk it up to work and luck
But we’ll call it a legacy, a hard earned legacy

My boys will ride these pastures, on saddles left behind
With nothing they could ask for except just a little more time
But a house in town never suited you and if we had to lay you low
It’s fitting that you rode it out what a cowboy way to go, ain’t that a cowboy way to go