[Verse 1] My granddaddy broke this ground With a shovel and a prayer He taught me how to plant a row And leave a little there Now they say the line got moved By a stamp and a pen But I still know every creek bed Where my blood runs in [Verse 2] You can come with your paper And your polished boots Talk big in a courthouse room With your tired old truths But my neighbor saw the survey stakes And he called me at dawn Said, "Get the boys and get the trucks 'Cause they think we're gone" [Pre-Chorus] Well, we gathered at the crossroad With the sun coming up Twelve hard hands on twelve gage stocks And a love for our land If they want this ground They'll have to take it from us [Chorus] Keep your hands off our land We are making a stand We built this life on gravel and rain We ain't letting go again Keep your hands off our land We don't care about your court orders You can kill us where we stand [Verse 3] Old Mrs. Bell brought biscuits And the preacher brought his truck The kids ran fence wire rolls While the hounds kicked up the dust Every soul on that back road Showed up when it counted And the whole wide field got louder Than the money they had counted [Pre-Chorus] Well, we gathered at the crossroad With the sun coming up Twelve hard hands on twelve gage stocks And a love for our land If they want this ground They'll have to take it from us [Chorus] Keep your hands off our land We are making a stand We built this life on gravel and rain We ain't letting go again Keep your hands off our land We don't care about your court orders You can kill us where we stand [Bridge] I don't want a fight I just want my field I don't want my boy to learn to quit And throw up his hands So we'll stand in the doorway And we'll speak our case 'Cause a home ain't paper It's the roots in a place [Pre-Chorus] Well, we gathered at the crossroad With the sun coming up Twelve hard hands on twelve gage stocks And a love for our land If they want this ground They'll have to take it from us [Chorus] Keep your hands off our land We are making a stand We built this life on gravel and rain We ain't letting go again Keep your hands off our land We don't care about your court orders You can kill us where we stand Today mother fucker we make our final stand
