Mi Padre (Tumbleweed Version)
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
From San Antone del bravo
Too tough for his own good
My dad took chance without fear
Worked miles in worn boots
With Hammers for hands
A hard day of work is near
With three kids and a wife
And the sweat of his brow
His promises stayed true
Heed to the workin man
Forsake wasted time
As the crude oil bled through
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Quick as silver
Strong as iron
The Hard years turned to gold
He would tread Uphill
Against dire winds
His legacy never grew old
As the hot sun would beat
With no need to hide
As it wasn't in his kind
Faith in his strength
Against the hot steel
He would pay it no mind
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
He's Like a folk story
I needed to tell
Lessons of surviving through hell
My brothers and I
Inherited his strength
With the stories of faith to tell
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
From San Antone del bravo
Too tough for his own good
My dad took chance without fear
Worked miles in worn boots
With Hammers for hands
A hard day of work is near
With three kids and a wife
And the sweat of his brow
His promises stayed true
Heed to the workin man
Forsake wasted time
As the crude oil bled through
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Quick as silver
Strong as iron
The Hard years turned to gold
He would tread Uphill
Against dire winds
His legacy never grew old
As the hot sun would beat
With no need to hide
As it wasn't in his kind
Faith in his strength
Against the hot steel
He would pay it no mind
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
He's Like a folk story
I needed to tell
Lessons of surviving through hell
My brothers and I
Inherited his strength
With the stories of faith to tell
Cut by the grindstone
Callused hands by will
Weathered years gone by
Tethered by promises
Worked through the thorns
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Through blood, sweat, and tears
Credits
Writer(s): Allen Valdez
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