In worn-out jeans, an ol' work shirt A baseball cap that wears the dirt Of years of tough work Stands the American farmer Humble as a man you'll ever come across Lives by his words and knows the cost Of how fast it's won or lost That's the American farmer And no matter the rain, heat, or snow He wakes up before the break of dawn Works as hard as the day is long And like a mother cares for her child He'll tend to his precious land Ready's those fields, sews the seeds With his own two fists he'll fight the weeds And wears his coat of sweat like it's some kind of armor Yeah that's The American farmer He's a gambler, like none you've ever seen Let's it all ride on a field of dreams And just prays for the strength To keep 'er goin' An extension of god's own hands Handed down yet once again Carryies the torch and the plan Of the American farmer And no matter how late he lays down his head He wakes up before the break of dawn Work as hard as the day is long And like a mother cares for her child He'll tend to his borrowed land Ready those fields and sews the seeds With his own two fists he'll fight the weeds And where's that coat of sweat like it's some kind of armor Ahh that's The American farmer