Well, I was born and raised here,
And my dad and granddad before me.
I stick to the old ways.
I ain’t seen no reason yet
To give up independence for convenience.
I light my own candle
And I don’t owe a dime.
My son and grandson are the same way.
Give ’em a clearing in the woods
And they can start a fire,
Raise a cabin,
Make a table and put food on it.
Just feel this homespun.
You can’t buy stuff like this
The way my wife makes it,
Warm as toast, and waterproof, too.
She can make any camp cosy
And brew up a cup o' tea
That’ll cure what ails you.
We got no call to be ashamed.
We can look any man right in the eye
And say we never lied nor cheated
To make a living.
There’s virtue in survival.
You modern folks with your new-fangled ideas
May disapprove of how we see things,
But I tell you here and now
That it’s okay to be alive
And make a path through the grass.