The Perkins Family

Verse 1 1905, under a burning sky, Wide open plains where the cold winds cry, There lived the Perkins, hands full of clay, Working the land just to get through the day. From break of dawn till the stars came through, They bled in the fields, did what they knew, Every furrow cut, every bead of sweat, Paid for a dream they hadn’t met yet. Chorus Oh, the Perkins dreamed of a ranch of their own, A patch of land, a place called home, But money was short and the road was long, And dreams grow weak when the world goes wrong. Verse 2 The father said, “Son, someday you’ll see,” “This land we work will one day be free,” The mother prayed with tired hands, For a better life in a promised land. The kids grew fast in the dust and heat, Barefoot nights and calloused feet, Banks turned cold, bosses lied, Every hard year passed them by. Chorus Oh, the Perkins dreamed of a ranch of their own, A patch of land, a place called home, But money was short and the road was long, And dreams grow weak when the world goes wrong. Bridge One dark night by a fire low, They spoke soft words no one should know, A little moonshine, cattle gone astray, Small crooked deals just to find a way. They knew the law wouldn’t look their side, But hunger and hope don’t wait outside, When every door is locked up tight, You choose the dark to chase the light. Verse 3 They walked the line ’tween wrong and right, Living on fear, sleeping light, Not bad by heart, just pushed too far, Chasing a dream like a distant star. Still in their eyes, that wildfire glow, Even stained by sin and slow, Better to fall while standing tall, Than die on your knees answering a call. Final Chorus Oh, the Perkins dreamed of a ranch of their own, Even if the cost cut to the bone, When the world won’t give you a fighting chance, Sometimes dreams live in defiance. Outro And the story don’t say if they ever won, If the land was theirs when it was done, But in the dust, the blood, the pain, The Perkins lived free chasing that plain.