All I Am
I am made
From the land my cattle graze
And the dirt my crops grow from
I am the hard working American
Our country was built on
But seems to have forgotten
I am the motor
Of my tractor during harvest
That keeps our country fed
I am the girl
Sitting in the front pew
Every Sunday morning
I am a farmer
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