Lyrics

I step off of the porch and I look at the sky
With nothing impeding my view
It's robin egg blue with those Kansas cotton clouds
And I'm thankful to be alive

So I live with a little pain these days
The blooms take off the edge
I take a deep breathe and I fill up my lungs
With their sweet intoxicating scent

All of the calluses
Where did they lead
Country roads, Lost Creek, Smoky Hills and rolling prairie peace
Sunset over the pond
At a home place that I built
With my hands, with my soul, and all of my beating heart
It's my farm

I wade in the river on Josephine's
Where wagon trains would ford
I hike surrounded by deer in forest green
And I'm thankful to be alive

So I live with a little pain these days
Mostly I'm impervious
I take a deep breath and I fill up my lungs
With this pure country air

All of the calluses
Where did they lead
Country roads, Lost Creek, Smoky Hills and rolling prairie peace
Sunset over the pond
At a home place that I built
With my hands, with my soul, and all of my beating heart
It's my farm

When I die lay me under the American Elm
With the pets that have gone before
In that sweet cool grass, in the pasture that we all adore
Maybe it will finally rain and the dam will overflow
And I'll be watered back into the earth, I'll feed the soil with my bones

All of the calluses
Where did they lead
Country roads, Lost Creek, Smoky Hills and rolling prairie peace
Sunset over the pond
At a home place that I built
With my hands, with my soul, and all of my beating heart
It's my farm