Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] The latch is rusted red Just like the words he said Cider steam starts to rise Underneath these autumn skies Chipped handle made of hickory Still feels like a victory Fifty-two years on this ground Listening to the morning sound [Pre-Chorus] Cattle lowing in the draw Finest man I ever saw October air is biting cold Turning silver into gold [Chorus] Nineteen ninety-eight Leaning on the garden gate Faded photo in the tray Wish I had a word to say He taught me how to live And how much I should give Just a ranch hand in the sun Now the working day is done [Post-Chorus] Warmth in the wood He did all he could Sorting through the years Smiling through the tears [Verse] Sun-bleached ticket in the bin Where the stories all begin We were smiling in the heat Dusty boots upon the street He never said a whole lot But he gave me all he got Grease stains on the metal lid Things he knew and things he did [Chorus] Nineteen ninety-eight Leaning on the garden gate Faded photo in the tray Wish I had a word to say He taught me how to live And how much I should give Just a ranch hand in the sun Now the working day is done [Bridge] He showed me how to mend A fence or a broken friend Keep your head held high Even when the creek is dry Measure twice and cut it once Take the hits and bear the brunts Quiet lessons in the shade That’s how a man is made [Instrumental] [Chorus] Nineteen ninety-eight Leaning on the garden gate Faded photo in the tray Wish I had a word to say He taught me how to live And how much I should give Just a ranch hand in the sun Now the working day is done [Outro]
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