Rollin’

Well the days only seem to get longer, a little longer than before
And they say it's a mighty hard living, but I was hardly living anymore
I know this old field it won't plow itself but I can't seem to leave this room
And that pasture seems greener than I've ever seen her but all my days they've turned to blue

And that floorboard it creaks with every move of my feet
As the months well they turn their backs on fall
And this barn it sits empty, the well's run dry
No horses left to roam these stalls
I remember way back when, all the time I spent
Was trying to make this house a home
All these broken memories, fade like falling leaves
When the grass is gone the white it comes

But you keep rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling like them Appalachian hills
You keep rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling like them freight train wheels
You keep rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling through the plains like tumbleweed
You keep rolling (rolling), away from me

The snow it has melted, the white's worn off
All that's left of me lies in this field
And there's work to be done underneath that burning sun
Something to remind me how to feel
And this tractor it starts, it could use a few new parts
The only thing this land has ever known
Every spring I'm reminded, the winter cold is blinding
When the white is gone the grass still grows

But you keep rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling like them Appalachian hills
You keep rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling like them freight train wheels
You keep rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling through the plains like tumbleweed
You keep rolling (rolling), Lord away from me