It’s 4 am and it is time to get up for work
Thinking how my dad must be a jerk
The sun hasn’t even start to rise
So why do I know that it’s no good to be surprise
There is fog in the air and wet dew on the ground
When I look at my dad while he has a huge frown
I look at my dad and tell him someday I will be leaving
But I know it broke his heart and can tell that he was grieving
The tractor was ready to work in the field
Hoping that the seeds will give us a good yield
Now the years have passed and I graduating from high school
As dad said the knowledge you learned no one can call you a fool
So now I am sitting at my desk while looking at the screen
To realize that this wasn’t my ultimate dream
So I have decided to pack and head for home
To the land so beautiful where the buffalo use to roam
I can see my dad standing on the porch with a smile on his face
As we hug each other he says let’s give God some grace
While we sit and talk at the kitchen table
He said that I remind him of a man called Able
God has given me the sense to wait for this time
So my son let’s get into the field and make a dime