Grandpa bought a quarter section
With a shoebox full of rodeo money
And built grandma a two-room mansion
That still stands to this day
Talk about sweat, hard work and trouble
When you’re living with your fate in the hands of the weather
They were picking rocks and working the land
Till the wind blew it all away

They hauled water-we turn taps
They chopped wood-we cook with gas
I think a lot about those days these days
And when i think i’ve got it tough
Never think of giving up
Cause i’ve got their stubborn blood
Running through my veins

After ten hours working and two in traffic
Got home dog tired to a smashed-in window
My tv was gone and i thought about grandpa
Who never even locked his door