[Verse 1] Clock out at five, I’m headed back Two hands on the wheel, one eye on the track Forty hours gone, still work ain’t through Got a patch of land and a list to do Boots hit mud by the old front step Sheep in the pen and the grass runs wet Cattle on the hill where the shade trees lean Chickens in the yard like a moving machine [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need much Just dawn and grit A little hard rain And a full day’s split [Chorus] Homestead grind, homestead grind Work all week, then I’m back in line Homestead grind, homestead grind One more row, one more line (amen) Homestead grind, homestead grind This old life is mine [Verse 2] Old John Deere 40 still coughs to life Green paint peeling in the evening light She drags that blade through a cedar stand Makes room for tomorrow in this rough-cut land Greenhouse glass with the tomatoes set Warm little rows where the frost ain’t hit yet Pile of trees down by the split-rail fence Every log cut means a little more sense [Pre-Chorus] I don’t need gold I don’t need fame I got my ground And I know my name [Chorus] Homestead grind, homestead grind Work all week, then I’m back in line Homestead grind, homestead grind One more row, one more line (amen) Homestead grind, homestead grind This old life is mine [Bridge] When the sun goes low and the air turns cool I hear that dog and I smell that fuel Hands are sore, but my heart stays steady Fence by fence, I keep it ready [Chorus] Homestead grind, homestead grind Work all week, then I’m back in line Homestead grind, homestead grind One more row, one more line (amen) Homestead grind, homestead grind This old life is mine [Outro] Sheep in the pen Cattle on the rise Chickens sing back Under open skies Homestead grind Homestead grind
