[Intro — fiddle melody with pedal steel answering] [Verse 1] There’s a feed bill on the counter, A truck note comin’ due, And the grass along the bottom Ain’t been green since early June. I was scratchin’ out the numbers, Tryin’ not to let it show. She pulled her chair up closer: “That’s my name on that loan.” [Chorus] The weight of these acres Takes more than one man’s hands. Her back gets just as tired, And she loves this stubborn land. I can pull a calf at midnight, I can work till I can’t stand, But the weight of these acres Takes more than one man’s hands. [Turnaround — fiddle and piano] [Verse 2] Our boy was out there after supper, Stretchin’ wire along the creek. Our girl brought home some college papers, Left ’em folded by my seat. She said, “I’d like to start in August.” I just stared down at the floor. Then she said, “I know we’re short, Dad,” Like she’d seen it all before. [Chorus] The weight of these acres Takes more than one man’s hands. Her back gets just as tired, And she loves this stubborn land. I can pull a calf at midnight, I can work till I can’t stand, But the weight of these acres Takes more than one man’s hands. [Instrumental — Telecaster solo, pedal steel response] [Bridge — acoustic guitar, piano, and bass] I said, “I’ll sell the bottom forty ’Fore I ask her dreams to wait.” Her mama laid her hand on mine: “That’s a choice we both should make.” [Final Chorus — full band returns with warm harmonies] The weight of these acres Takes more than one man’s hands. Her back gets just as tired, And she loves this stubborn land. I can pull a calf at midnight, I can work till I can’t stand, But the weight of these acres Takes more than one man’s hands. [Outro — softly, with pedal steel underneath] I’d rather have less land to work Than lose the ones I’m workin’ for. [Fiddle reprises the opening melody; final full band chord] © 2026 Redneck Muslim. All rights reserved.
