Headed out to the homestead my granddad built with his own hands
The Tulip trees grandma planted line the drive back to their land
Everything is numbered, boxed up and marked by lots
Their Acreage is separated
into ten acre plots


See that picture of him
with his horse, over there
Taken back in his prime,
had more hat than he did hair
Nothin about that man was ever
dishonest or frail…..
Yeah, you can buy the farm
But that cowboy aint for sale


I walk around the tables ‘n see pieces
of the past
Like that stained coffee cup thats says “Ford- built to last”
Grandmas old cookbooks, those are going home with me
And grandpa's old chair where he sat and rocked me to sleep

See that picture of him
with his horse, over there
Taken back in his prime,
had more hat than he did hair
Nothin about that man was ever
dishonest or frail…..
Yeah, you can buy the farm
But that cowboy aint for sale


He spent his whole damn life
Pushing cattle on this land
Raised his family, loved his wife
He’s the best friend I’v ever had


See that picture of him
with his horse, over there
Taken back in his prime,
had more hat than he did hair
Nothin about that man was ever
dishonest or frail…..
Yeah, you can buy the farm
But that cowboy aint for sale

No, that cowboy
Aint for sale