Wonder why we settled here with the rattlesnakes, and the prickly pear
And a water table two hundred foot down
In the land before the lazy chair, power pole, Frigidaire
And a car to drive you ten miles into town
Nothing but a stubborn mule to break ground
For a little slice of Heaven holding up against hell
Hardened by the Summers, it won't take no coffin nails
Just like the old mesquite that's been sprayed a hundred times with Remedy
This land is what I am, tough country
Rough, but man she's beautiful
When the time is right and the pond is full
And the rainfall brings the flowers towards the sky
When the grass turns green, and the cows get fat
Take it in 'cause it won't last
It'd bring a tear to my grandpa's eye
Knowing every good thing dies
For a little slice of Heaven holding up against hell
Hardened by the Summers it won't take no coffin nails
But when her love rains from above it will provide everything I need
That makes me who I am, tough country
Just like the ground
They'll lay me down
When my work's done
It's where my roots run deep
This land is what I am, tough country
