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