"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