It’s Dogs and Horses, It’s hammers and nails
It’s sitting on sixteen yards worth of gravel and the starter on the tractor fails
It’s hoping that the weather holds out, and the garden’s gonna yield
It’s hoping we’ve got money for the hay and the bales are put away before there’s snow in the fields
I know that the fences gotta stand at least another season
I swear that the work never ends but you love it, I don’t need another reason
It’s hard livin’ but the livin’ we chose, never knowing what the day’s gonna bring
It’s trying to find a little bit of beauty and a little bit of peace in the simpler things
We’re just trying to keep the dream alive just as long as we can stand
And everything we’re gonna try to build, we’re gonna try to build it with our own bare hands
It’ll never be for nothing cause I got everything I need
It’s dogs and horses, hammers and nails and it’s you and me
It’s dogs and horses, a couple Gibson guitars
It’s knowing that I’m forty years old and I don’t have any business being in half of these bars
Sometimes the songs come easy, sometimes the well is dry
But the people here want to hear me play so I’ll get up on the stage and try to look them in the eye
You’re the only one that understands, and when you tell me that you’re proud of me
I remember why I’m out here doing what I can to come back home and be the man I want to be
It’s hard livin’ but the livin’ we chose, never knowing what the day’s gonna bring
It’s trying to find a little bit of beauty and a little bit of peace in the simpler things