The Last Herd

He’s bringing in his last herd

Like he’s done for 60 years

But on the last herd

The man is barely holding back the tears

He’s an old time dryland farmer

Lived his life praying for the rain

But he never quit workin’

Waiting for the water

From the good Lord till it came

There was nothin’ fancy ‘bout it

What he needed his hands made

In the Kansas Sun, he got the job done

Till in the coffin he was laid

And he lost his brother at a young age

Lost three kids along the way

But he lived through the loss

‘Cause he counted the cost

And he had that deep, deep kind of faith

Like he’s had for 80 years

But he’s giving up his last herd

So y'all tip your hat

To that old time dryland farmer

Not many men like Bob White

Work this good land anymore

He worked in the dirt

With his hands in sweat and blood

Every muscle sore

Still he never made no big fuss

'Bout the pain he might have been in

Kept planting and plowing, praying and reaping

The living definition of a man

Ol' Bob had a million stories

And every one of them was true

Born in the Great Depression

And all the hard times he lived through

But nothing held him back

From his farm and his faith

He never took his hand off the plow

Till the heartbreaking day

He had to give away his last 7 cows

And he’s bringing in his last herd

He’s going on to his reward

He’s two stepping into heaven

The farmer gone to rest in garden of the Lord