Every morning, they roll him to the window
Greeted by a warm April sun
He's got old habits, so hard to break
Up with the dawn is just one
Across the road from Sunnyside Garden
He sees a dusty John Deere
He counts the times it passes by
And dreams of the harvest this year
He's a farmer, a rancher, scholar of dirt
Well-worn overalls and an old flannel shirt
A husband, a daddy, a veteran so proud
He'd give anything if he could still work the ground
Across the road from Sunnyside Garden
A young man is working the land
He sees him there in the window each morning
Waving an old feeble hand
He goes around getting the work done
Toiling until the day ends
Thinking about the man in the window
Knowing someday it might be him
He's a farmer, a rancher, scholar of dirt
Faded blue jeans and a Merle Haggard shirt
A husband, a daddy, a veteran so proud
He thanks the good Lord that he can work the ground
Then one morning at Sunnyside Garden
They said, ("You have visitors, Ben")
He turned to see and he couldn't believe
As twenty young farmers walked in
They took him across from Sunnyside Garden
Hoisting him up in that seat
Tears hit the ground as the planter went down
Once again, he is sowing the seeds
They're farmers and ranchers, scholars of dirt
Souls of the heartland, salt of the earth
Husbands and daddies, veterans so proud
God bless the farmers who still work the ground
God bless the farmers who nurture the ground