The Last Herd

He’s bringing in his last herd
Like he’s done for 60 years
But on the last herd
The man is barely holding back the tears

He’s an old time dryland farmer
Lived his life praying for the rain
But he never quit workin’
Waiting for the water
From the good Lord till it came
There was nothin’ fancy ‘bout it
What he needed his hands made
In the Kansas Sun, he got the job done
Till in the coffin he was laid

And he lost his brother at a young age
Lost three kids along the way
But he lived through the loss
‘Cause he counted the cost
And he had that deep, deep kind of faith
Like he’s had for 80 years
But he’s giving up his last herd
So y'all tip your hat
To that old time dryland farmer

Not many men like Bob White
Work this good land anymore
He worked in the dirt
With his hands in sweat and blood
Every muscle sore
Still he never made no big fuss
'Bout the pain he might have been in
Kept planting and plowing, praying and reaping
The living definition of a man
Ol' Bob had a million stories
And every one of them was true
Born in the Great Depression
And all the hard times he lived through
But nothing held him back
From his farm and his faith
He never took his hand off the plow
Till the heartbreaking day
He had to give away his last 7 cows

And he’s bringing in his last herd
He’s going on to his reward
He’s two stepping into heaven
The farmer gone to rest in garden of the Lord