"Southwestern Son" lyrics

I used to ride in his passenger seat
We checked the cotton grass cattle and wheat
Best years of my life were spent on a turn row

Worst thing that ever really happened to me
We lost the farm when I was just 13
Turns out
Burnt up cotton ain't worth nothing at all

Life ain't always fair
Worry's like a rocking chair
Bound to keep you busy but still get you nowhere

They'll be times you don't want
Don't slow down in that rut
When in doubt hold out
Keep your head up high and on the hunt
Keep on shining Southwestern Son

10 at the table for the chopping block
It won't be us, we've nearly paid it off
And I'll be a son of a gun
If they didn't sell it all

I used to let it really get me down
One day I swear I'm gonna own this town
I'll make em all pay for all that damage done

Life ain't always fair
Worry's like a rocking chair
Bound to keep you busy but still get you nowhere

They'll be times that you don't want
Don't slow down in that rut
When in doubt hold out
Keep your head up high and on the hunt
Keep on shining Southwestern Son
Keep on shining
Keep on shining

Keep on shining
Keep on shining

Keep on shining
Keep on shining

Life ain't always fair
Worry's like a rocking chair
Bound to keep you busy but still get you nowhere

They'll be times that you don't want
Don't slow down in that rut
When in doubt hold out
Keep your head up high and on the hunt
Keep on shining Southwestern Son

Best thing that ever really happened to me
We lost the farm when I was just 13