Gray Rock, Red Clay Land

Writers: Donna Ulisse, Becky Buller

This farm has been hard days work
How well I understand
Cause I watched my daddy break his back
On this gray rock, red clay land

We'd break a good plow markin' rows
Pick limestone out by hand
The meanest patch there ever was
This gray rock, red clay land

Like that old Cedar tree, my roots run deep
All through this stoney ground
Molded and shaped, burdened and graced
By the Lord and the sweat of my brow
For as long as I can, with all that I am
I'll work this gray rock, red clay land

Plant the seed in heavy earth
Pray for gentle rains to follow and
Hope the sun will help it grow
Through this gray rock, red clay land

There's a shady spot beyond the field
Where time has stopped and marble stands
When my life is done, they'll lay me there
In that gray rock, red clay land