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In My Blood By Rodney Clawson (Lyrics video)

It is my favorite song since I grew up in the countryside and I know hard work, I wanted to share it with this video, I got the images from Google, I hope you enjoy it. Lyrics: Verse 1 If I had any common sense would have abandoned this farm a long time ago, when all the markets went to shit and the ground dried out and cracked. But every year will be the year we get it all back. And I'm living proof that things never work that way. Then why? It must be because it's in my blood. It's not money that keeps me driving this beat-up John Deere down the road, it's not just my love for the land or my position as a farmer, it's out of my control. I can't help but plow the earth, plant the seed, pray for rain. The dreams of my dad and my grandfather still run through my veins. It's in my blood. I can't give it up in my blood. Verse 2 Since he was a child in the days of the Dust Bowl, Grandpa wasn't afraid of anything. And after fighting in World War II, he dedicated himself to growing corn and beans. And what more could a man want? A farm, a beautiful wife and a son. Walking through the fields in the morning dew and swinging on the porch when the day is done holding on when times get tough no wonder why it's in my blood (Chorus) it's not money that keeps me driving this beat up John Deere on the road not alone My love for my farmer Tan's land is out of my control. I can't help but plow the earth or plant the seed or pray for rain. The dreams of my dad and my grandfather still run through my veins. It's in my blood. I can not leave it. It's in my blood Verse 3 Sometimes it's a curse Sometimes it's a blessing and the truth hurts But it is necessary to confess it. I want to say so bad, I want to leave so much. The only reason I'm still here is because it's in my blood. (Chorus) It's not money that keeps me driving this beat-up John Deere down the road. It's not my love on earth at the hands of my farmer, it's out of my control. I can't help but plow the earth or plant the seed, pray for rain, the dreams of my dad and my grandfather, I feel them running through my brain in my blood. I can not leave it. It's in my blood. I can not get enough. It's in my blood. I can not leave it. It's in my blood.