Sowing The Family Line (feat. ZB Savoy)

I've got a photo from 1916 When my granddaddy first plowed this field we're seeing And he met my grammaw beneath that oak tree With dirty hands danced below leaves of green They were happy as any lovers could be Then father came and children made everything seem Like the dream of a family had just sprouted up And that oak tree was growing as they all grew up I look to the sky and get down to my knees And I thank you for bein alive This old tree keeps growin and we keep on goin We're sowin the family line Father took over this old family farm When my granddaddy hung up his hat and his heart He worked this land by the same old oak tree Just making a life for my brothers and me When I was young I'd look up at those leaves And be struck by the safety and strength they could wield To think branches could grow out of roots there so deep Like the blood of our fathers who's memories we keep I look up to the sky and get down to my knees And I thank you for bein alive This old tree keeps growin and we keep on goin We're sowin' the family line As we look out upon this field before Like our fathers did so many years a go Go on take this photograph its your with the land my son Like this the oak tree i'm watching you grow So go take a vow boy and find you a wife Don't do all that I've done son but make you a life Filled with joy and with pain in the shade of this tree That one day you can pass to your own son and see He'll look to the sky and get down on his knees And he'll thank you for being alive This old tree keeps growin and we keep on goin We're sowin the family line We're sowin the family line