Growing up on a farm wasn't much fun

It was usually dark before the work got done

We had no money and toys were few

There was always work to do


Daddy worked hard, for little pay

I said to myself there's got to a be a better way

When I grew up I wanted my family to know

I'll never forget where I came from a long time ago

I've made a lot of money as some of you know

Made it the hard way driving a truck, hauling coal


I'm growing older, but I'm doing okay

If my dad were alive what would he say

Sometimes I think back and I know

I'll never forget where I came from a long time ago


We lived in a house, without any heat

Lot of days, we had little to eat

When I remember, the time we were poor

I appreciate my life, a whole lot more

And it made a better man out of me

And 

I'll never forget where I came from, a long time ago


©James Sanders
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