He grew up on the border of Texas and New Mexico
He moved to Kentucky when he got the money to go
He kept his hat and that old pair of cowboy boots
He picked up a fiddle and tried to saw away at his blues
And he dreamed at nighttime of dancin' with the one that he loved
And writin' songs that came to him from above
And pickin' guitar in an old time string band
But he's just a farmer with too many dreams on his hands
He spent a lifetime workin' out on the land
And if he was asked could write you a poem on command
He had no luck with women he was always just a little too shy
He could never muster up the courage just to say hi
And he dreamed at nighttime of dancin' with the one that he loved
And writin' songs that came to him from above
And pickin' guitar in an old time string band
But he's just a farmer with too many dreams on his hands
When he was a boy workin' outside Levelland
He'd tune in the radio to hear ol' Bill Monroe's band
He thought that the bright lights would be waitin' for him if he came
But labors the only life for a man of his family name
He lived in pain the last few years on the end
Hard livin' and workin' had made leather out of his skin
Well he passed last Sunday with a bottle next to his bed
Wondering why his whole life had been spent and lived in his head
And he dreamed at nighttime of dancin' with the one that he loved
And writin' songs that came to him from above
And pickin' guitar in an old time string band
But he's just a farmer with too many dreams on his hands
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from Dalton Mills,
released June 5, 2020
Written by Dalton Mills
Crafting powerful songs about commitment and love, the Nashville singer-songwriter channels and subverts ’70s country and folk tropes. Bandcamp New & Notable Sep 7, 2022