Lyrics

We have worked this land
And never asked for more
Every generation
Since before the war
I turn the dirt under
I lay the seeds in
Rise before the sun does
I have discipline

But I woke up this morning
Put my boots on
Checked my fences
My horses were gone

I ride tall in the saddle
I was raised up right
Though I might drink too much
On a Saturday night
But then I buckle down
Because a job well done
Always gives me
Satisfaction

I’ve seen creeks dry up
I’ve had crops fail
I’ve seen floodwaters rise
And I’ve been whipped by hail
I’ve had kinfolk die
Seen my mother wear black
But what’s been taken now
I’m takin’ back

But I know I’ll find them
Yes, I surely will
I can hear them runnin’
If I stand stock still

I looked in I looked in Oklahoma, I looked in Alabama, I looked in Louisiana, I looked down in Texas, I looked in Massachusetts, and I looked in Indiana – My horses were gone