This Way of Life

The rain Never seems to fall on us The price of hay is up And the future's goin down Them old men At the feed store spittin' snuff Say it's never been this tough If they were me they'd move to town They say there ain't no use in tryin' They think our way of life is dyin' Go ahead and carve the headstone, boys And write your eulogy And plan yourselves a funeral, but don't be expecting me 'Cause as long as I'm still breathing and my blood is flowing red Our way of life ain't dead There's a whole lot more out there like me North to south from Sea to Sea You thinkin' we're all gonna fold and quit? You better quit thinking 'cause you don't know shit A hundred years of roots run deep Times will change but so will we Feeding them five-weights, slingin' that rope Can't quit now because it's all we know So go ahead and carve the headstone Trow a farewell party too But please don't be expecting us 'cause we've got work to do Yea as long as we're still breathing and our blood is flowing red Our way of life ain't dead