Buyin' Through the Storm

{lonesome acoustic guitar intro riff,

weeping pedal steel swells,

steady kick drum heartbeat}

Daddy always said, boy,

don't run from a storm Just batten down the hatches and let

the thing run its course

Market's turnin' red like a Kansas sky in June

Everybody's baggin' up and headin' for the room {twangy electric guitar fills}

But I ain't sellin' nothin',

I'm buyin' the dip Same way my grandpa rode out the drought

on this land Let it thunder,

let it pour, let the weak hands run

I'll be standin' in the field when the storm is done

(when the storm is done) {driving bassline,

crying fiddle accent} They're cryin' on the TV 'bout the sky fallin'

down I'm just sippin' on my coffee,

ain't worried, ain't no frown

Every crash is just a season,

and seasons always turn

I done learned patience from the way the old fields burn {subtle

fiddle drone}

But I ain't sellin' nothin',

I'm buyin' the dip Same way my grandpa rode out the drought

on this land Let it thunder,

let it pour, let the weak hands run

I'll be standin' in the field when the storm is done {full

band, pedal steel solo begins} Yeah,

a little rain

never hurt a working man

We just wait it out,

with dirt on our hands (hummmmm)

{stripped down, just vocal

and acoustic guitar} But I ain't sellin' nothin',

I'm buyin' the dip Same way my grandpa rode out the drought

on this land Let it thunder,

let it pour, let the weak hands run

I'll be standin' in the field when the storm is done {massive

full band buildup, crying fiddle,

screaming pedal steel}

I'll be standin' in the field...

(yeah, I'll be standin') {fading acoustic guitar strum,

final pedal steel swell}