Tractors and Home Runs

My name is Owen Winters,

just a high school kid

Trying to make sense

of the things that I

did

While I'm attending class

I might as well play

On that baseball diamond at the end of the day

But when that final bell rings,

I am heading back home

To the fields and the tractors where I like to roam

I got my hands on the wheel,

working soil and the clay

Yeah I hunt and I fish

and go duckin'

every day

I'm just a country boy

on a baseball team

Chasing the sun

and a small-town dream

With my tractor in the dirt,

my boys by my side

We get lit on the weekend,

taking a ride

(yeah we do)

Out in the blinds

where the cold waters flow

With my buddies on the weekend

where the wild things grow

We find our peace

under heavy pine trees

Just living our lives

exactly as we please

I'm just a country boy

on a baseball team

Chasing the sun

and a small-town dream

With my tractor in the dirt,

my boys by my side

We get lit on the weekend,

taking a ride

(taking a ride)

Yeah, Owen Winters

is going home

Just a country boy,

never alone