Walk these hills where my father walked before

Red dirt running deep in these veins

Every stone, every stream holds a story

Of a love that outlives the pain

This father’s land, it calls me home

Through the pines where the wild wind blows

I am bound to the ground of my fathers

Where the river of mercy still flows

Carry me down to the water

Let me stand where the oak trees grow old

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Yeah, this one for the man who never ran,

Taught me hold the steel, still feel his hand.

Roaches on the sill, he still paid the bills,

Turned a little boy into a king with his will.

I spilled pain on pavement, he caught every drop,

Put his pride in my pocket, told me never stop.

Now I ride through the storm, kids in the back,

Hear his voice in the engine—Daddy, I got you, relax.