His Hometown - Cheryl Wheeler
When he was a boy
Sittin' in school
Starin' out the window at the fields he knew
All that he wanted was to be there too
Drivin' his tractor through the mornin dew
Dust from the sun
Mud from the rain
Felt like an honor to him all the same
It's the simplest thing
He's a self taught man
He loves his work
Because he loves the land
He can change the hills plant the trees
Dig the wells spread the seeds
Mow the fields plough the streets
In his home town
And the seasons roll by
Year and year
He's worked all his life
And he's worked right here
The winter's go slow
If the snows don't come
But it's soon to be summer
When the tractors hum
And he can change the hills plant the trees
Dig the wells spread the seeds
Mow the fields plough the streets
In his home town
I've seen him do things
I just can't believe
Makes gentle giants of those big machines
He moves a boulder like a paper bag
He moves a tree like it was all he had
He can change the hills
And blessed is the soul
Who has truly found
Something to rest on
While the world turns 'round
I think he'd say this is how he feels
When the dark earth is turning underneath his wheels
And he can change the hills plant the trees
Dig the wells spread the seeds
Mow the fields plough the streets
In his home town
In his home town
