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S Lazy H - Corb Lund
Well I was born
In this valley
On this ranch I was raised
I learned to lope
Rope and dally
On the S
Lazy H
Well the roots
Of my people
They run deep on this place
I am sixth
Generation
On the S
Lazy H
And when it came
To the future
I never gave it a thought
If there were broncs
To be broken
Endless steers
To be caught
Well my youth
It was carefree
For the work was my play
And what I loved
Would always be there
On the S
Lazy H
I had one
Beloved sister
A few years younger than me
Before a sole
Cowboy had kissed her
She left for school
In the East
Me I might
Have gone to college
Might have liked to fly planes
But my dad
Needed help to
Run the S
Lazy H
So I worked
There 'long side him
Put adult years in this place
And I gained
Appreciation
For the lines
On his face
And when mom
Had grown older
And when dad passed away
It fell to me
To look after
The S
Lazy H
By now my sister
She had married
A sharp attorney back East
We didn't see
Eye to eye but
I did my best
To make peace
What did they see
When they looked over
Over the fence
One fine day
They saw a whole
Lot a value
In the S
Lazy H
So after thought
And assessment
The court awarded them half
And no cow
Calf operation
Carries that
Kind of cash
Well I worked
Through the numbers
Worked them every which way
Yeah I went
Through the numbers
Oh and boys I'm afraid
I had to sell
Twenty sections
Of the S
Lazy H
Sometimes right
Isn't equal
Sometimes equal's not fair
There will soon
Be rows of houses
On that ridge
Over there
Many lifetimes
Of labour
Will be all but erased
So shed a tear
And look skyward
God help the S
Lazy H
The last few years
Were a struggle
But I gave it my best
And I tried
To go forward
On the land
That was left
Well I have lived
With the sorrow
And I will die with the shame
For now the bank
Owns what's left of
The S
Lazy H
