Ballad of This Land

And there's a bible on the table,
Cause He bleed for what we have,
And that’s the ballad of a southern man,
I guess that’s something you don't understand.

My first rifle was a .243,
Papa gave Daddy and Daddy gave to me.

In 1864 a homestead was given to a young man from Germany. His family name was Trautwein. 128 years later, the same name hangs on the gate, and maybe a lot has changed. But there is so much more that is the same. The things this rural family hold dears do not waver as does the grass they walk through. They do not yield like the animals they raise. A family of stubborn thick headed Germans still believes in a few simple thing just like the first Trautwein. This is just a small piece from the bond I share with those who walked here before me. Just like the horse is still the best way to work cattle, we still believe working hard is the only way to reach heaven. That is if we aren't already there.