Hay Bale Hymn The Rust Life Anthem

[Intro] [Verse 1] Sun's bleedin' out across the stubble field tonight Every bale of hay catches a golden, dusty light There she sits, that old red beast, rustier than a fifty-year-old key She's seen three generations bend the knee The steering wheel's slick from the sweat of my granddad's hand She don't move too fast, but she holds the history of this land. [Pre-Chorus] They build 'em light now, shiny and fast, they fade out quick But this old iron knows a lesson that sticks. When you work the earth, you learn what's true... [Chorus] Look up at the sky, you can read it in the clouds! That's the RUST LIFE, shouting out loud! It's the patina of a promise, forged in fire and in dirt. It’s the simple knowledge that the hardest things don't hurt! I got iron in my b***d and the sunset on my soul, Yeah, this old tractor's still playin' its vital role! [Verse 2] The seat's all ripped, the paint's long gone, the clutch screams out when I pull on But every squeak and every shudder tells me exactly where I belong. She doesn't need a computer chip, she just needs oil and fuel and prayer And to know that somebody out here still actually cares. I feel the ground rumble slow beneath those mighty, cracked old tires And in that vibration, I feel the faith of my fathers rising higher. [Pre-Chorus] They talk about progress and things that are slick and brand new But I'm holding onto the honest, durable few. When the modern world fades, you'll still be here... [Chorus] Look up at the sky, you can read it in the clouds! That's the RUST LIFE, shouting out loud! It's the patina of a promise, forged in fire and in dirt. It’s the simple knowledge that the hardest things don't hurt! I got iron in my b***d and the sunset on my soul, Yeah, this old tractor's still playin' its vital role! [Bridge] She stood up to the drought, she stood up to the storm, Kept me warm when the banker's smile was worn. The world rushes by on the asphalt road, But we're rooted right here, carrying history's load. And if it lasts this long, well, that's beautiful to me. [Guitar Solo] [Chorus] Look up at the sky, you can read it in the clouds! That's the RUST LIFE, shouting out loud! It's the patina of a promise, forged in fire and in dirt. It’s the simple knowledge that the hardest things don't hurt! I got iron in my b***d and the sunset on my soul, Yeah, this old tractor's still playin' its vital role! [Outro]