On a foggy night in May 1939,
After playing cards with some friends,
A woman gave birth to a baby boy,
And that’s where the story begins,

He was raised to know the difference,
Between the wrongs and the rights,
Making a name as a farmer,
Was where he set his sights,

After twenty-one years alone,
He met his loving wife,
And over fifty years later,
They’re still happy with their life,

Three years after they got married,
They had their second child,
On the farm and around the town,
That teenage boy went wild,

He made his living,
Fixing everything broken,
And even when things went wrong,
He remained soft-spoken,

1980 in Mid April,
He met his future wife
Fourteen months and one ring later,
And they made a happy life,

With two lovely daughters already,
They learned they were to have a son,
On a cold morning in May 1993,
They gave birth to me,

Like the two generations,
Before my sisters and mine,
We were born and raised country,
And that’s how we intend to die.