Well I was b[G]orn in this valley, on this r[C]anch, I was rai[G]sed
I learned to l[G]ope, rope and dally, on the [Am]S lazy [D]H
Well the ro[G]ots of my people, they run d[C]eep on this p[G]lace
I am s[G]ixth generat[Bm]ion on the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
When it c[G]ame to the future, I never g[C]ave it a th[G]ought
If there were b[G]roncs to be broken, endless st[Am]eers to be ca[D]ught
Well my yo[G]uth, it was carefree, for the w[C]ork was my p[G]lay
And what I lo[G]ved would always be [Bm]there on the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
I had o[G]ne beloved sister a few years y[C]ounger than m[G]e
Before a s[G]ole cowboy had kissed her, she left for sc[Am]hool in the E[D]ast
Me I might[G] have gone to college, might have l[C]iked to fly p[G]lanes
But my d[G]ad, he needed help [Bm]to run the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
So I w[G]orked there long-side him, put adult y[C]ears in this [G]place
And I g[G]ained appreciation, for the li[Am]nes on his f[D]ace
And when m[G]om had grown older, and when d[C]ad passed aw[G]ay
It fell to [G]me to look af[Bm]ter the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
[Instrumental] [G] [C] [Am] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G]
By now my si[G]ster she had married a sharp at[C]torney back E[G]ast
We didn’t se[G]e eye to eye much, but I did my b[Am]est to make p[D]eace
What did they s[G]ee when they looked over, over the fen[C]ce one fine d[G]ay
They saw a wh[G]ole lot of v[Bm]alue in the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
So after tho[G]ught and assessment, the co[C]urt awarded them h[G]alf
And no c[G]ow-calf operation carries t[Am]hat kind of ca[D]sh
Well I wor[G]ked through the numbers, worked them ev[C]ery which w[G]ay
Yeah I w[G]ent through the numbers, oh and b[C]oys I’m af[G]raid
I had to s[G]ell twenty sect[Bm]ions of the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
Sometimes ri[G]ght isn’t equal, sometimes e[C]qual’s not f[G]air
There will s[G]oon be rows of houses on that r[Am]idge over th[D]ere
Many life[G]times of labor will be a[C]ll but er[G]ased
So shed a t[G]ear and look sk[Bm]yward, God help the [C]S l[D]azy [G]H
[Instrumental] [G] [C] [Am] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G]
The last few y[G]ears were a struggle, but I g[C]ave it my b[G]est
And I tr[G]ied to go forward on the l[Am]and that was le[D]ft
I have liv[G]ed with the sorrow and I will d[C]ie with the sh[G]ame
For now the b[G]ank owns what’s l[Bm]eft of the [C]S l[D]azy [G]H
I learned to l[G]ope, rope and dally, on the [Am]S lazy [D]H
Well the ro[G]ots of my people, they run d[C]eep on this p[G]lace
I am s[G]ixth generat[Bm]ion on the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
When it c[G]ame to the future, I never g[C]ave it a th[G]ought
If there were b[G]roncs to be broken, endless st[Am]eers to be ca[D]ught
Well my yo[G]uth, it was carefree, for the w[C]ork was my p[G]lay
And what I lo[G]ved would always be [Bm]there on the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
I had o[G]ne beloved sister a few years y[C]ounger than m[G]e
Before a s[G]ole cowboy had kissed her, she left for sc[Am]hool in the E[D]ast
Me I might[G] have gone to college, might have l[C]iked to fly p[G]lanes
But my d[G]ad, he needed help [Bm]to run the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
So I w[G]orked there long-side him, put adult y[C]ears in this [G]place
And I g[G]ained appreciation, for the li[Am]nes on his f[D]ace
And when m[G]om had grown older, and when d[C]ad passed aw[G]ay
It fell to [G]me to look af[Bm]ter the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
[Instrumental] [G] [C] [Am] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G]
By now my si[G]ster she had married a sharp at[C]torney back E[G]ast
We didn’t se[G]e eye to eye much, but I did my b[Am]est to make p[D]eace
What did they s[G]ee when they looked over, over the fen[C]ce one fine d[G]ay
They saw a wh[G]ole lot of v[Bm]alue in the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
So after tho[G]ught and assessment, the co[C]urt awarded them h[G]alf
And no c[G]ow-calf operation carries t[Am]hat kind of ca[D]sh
Well I wor[G]ked through the numbers, worked them ev[C]ery which w[G]ay
Yeah I w[G]ent through the numbers, oh and b[C]oys I’m af[G]raid
I had to s[G]ell twenty sect[Bm]ions of the [C]S la[D]zy [G]H
Sometimes ri[G]ght isn’t equal, sometimes e[C]qual’s not f[G]air
There will s[G]oon be rows of houses on that r[Am]idge over th[D]ere
Many life[G]times of labor will be a[C]ll but er[G]ased
So shed a t[G]ear and look sk[Bm]yward, God help the [C]S l[D]azy [G]H
[Instrumental] [G] [C] [Am] [G] [D] [G] [C] [G]
The last few y[G]ears were a struggle, but I g[C]ave it my b[G]est
And I tr[G]ied to go forward on the l[Am]and that was le[D]ft
I have liv[G]ed with the sorrow and I will d[C]ie with the sh[G]ame
For now the b[G]ank owns what’s l[Bm]eft of the [C]S l[D]azy [G]H
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