Opa’s Workhorse Heart

They claim sixty-nine is getting old

Opa’s got a different story told Before the sun is up,

he’s on his way Feeding cattle,

feeding fish to start the day

Horses and donkeys stand tall in the morning sun

He works like the morning has just begun

Hand him that diesel tractor key

No job too tough for him to oversee

Give him any task under the sky

It gets done right,

no excuses why

Those worn-out hands tell sixty years of toil

Deep love rooted down in the pasture soil

Here's to my Opa,

one of a kind

A bigger heart you won't ever find

He don't need a crown,

a trophy or fame

The lives that he touches are enough of a name

Farmer, teacher, my everyday guide

He’s been bold since his early days

Pedaling fast through the canyon haze

No real brakes on that rusty bike

Flying downhill through the gravel strike

All just to laugh with his lifelong friend

Nothing stopping him around the bend

(haha,

that's him)

And beside him stands Omi,

steady and true

Backing every crazy thing he wants to do

Through every long mile and every ride

She’s his true partner,

right by his side

Two steady hands holding up the frame

Weathering storms without a word of blame

Here's to my Opa,

one of a kind

A bigger heart you won't ever find

He don't need a crown,

a trophy or fame

The lives that he touches are enough of a name

Farmer, teacher, my everyday guide I'm so damn proud

to be by your side If I could be half the man

you are someday

I’d know I lived my life the right way

Yeah, the right way (love you,

Opa)