Broken By The Land

He settled west of Oklahoma
With a dream and a Texas bride
He built a homestead on the prairie
With mud and straw and western pride
Lord, he tried to raise a family
Like his daddy did before
He called himself an old sod buster
He never wanted any more

(Chorus)
And with the sweat of his brow
And a two row plow
He worked those western plains
Turning sod by the grace of God
Into amber waves of grain
But as the years of toil
And the stubborn soil
Etched his calloused hands
The old sodbuster
Was broken by the land

There's a plowshare by the mantle
By his favorite rocking chair
And his eyes reflect the fire
Of a time when he still cared
But in the fall of forty-seven
He had nothing left to say
He locked his dreams up in the attic
And threw the key away

(Repeat chorus)
But with the sweat of his brow
And a two row plow
He worked those western plains
Turning sod by the grace of God
Into amber waves of grain
But as the years of toil
And the stubborn soil
Etched his calloused hands
The old sodbuster
Was broken by the land

The old sodbuster
Was broken by the land

Copyright Brooks Bros Publishers
All rights reserved
Writer: Jake Brooks
Representation: Nashville Music Group

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