Post by desertrose on Apr 16, 2007 6:27:03 GMT -5
I have started to try and write a song in memory of my boyfriend who died in 2005. I know it doesnt look good in writing but try to put it to country music, use your imagination, tell me what you think and where I could fix it, please be honest. thanks.
Baca County Farmer
To most he was just a Farmer,
Plowing up those, Baca county fields.
he was , A son to his parents who always cry for him,
A brother to a man, who lost his best friend .
He was a single father, To 3 kids who still needed him,
He was Loved by a woman who only has his memory.
But He was, more than a farmer ,
plowing up those, Baca county fields.
Sometimes its hard to remember,
The men and woman who die for us,
We remember the soldiers, the brave heroes on the news.
But don’t forget the people, you really never see.
Because he was, more than just a farmer,
Plowing up those Baca county fields.
He is remembered by his family, and friends
Who loved him dear.
But he was more than a farmer,
Plowing up those Baca county fields.
He got up every morning, fed and sent his kids to school,
He headed of to work in a field and fight mother nature who can be so cruel.
He prayed to god for the rain to come and prayed to keep his family safe. He was, more than a farmer, plowing up those, Baca county fields.
By the end of the day he was sore, tired,
And weary to bone.
But he had three hungary kids waiting for him at home.
He had to get through dinner, homework,
showers and bed, Before he could even think about resting his weary head.
He was more than just a farmer plowing up those Baca county fields
He was everything to his parents who always cry for him,
A brother to a man, who lost his best friend .
He was a single father, To 3 kids who still needed him,
He was Loved by a woman, who only has his memory.
But He was, more than a farmer ,
plowing up those, Baca county fields.
His parents remember all the times they had dried his tears,
His Brother remembers the talks they had and wishes he still had him there.
His kids remember all the nights he chased away their fears,
His Girlfriend remembers all the times he held her and all the plans they made.
They all remember the man he was, and cry for him everyday.
Because he was, more than a farmer, plowing up those baca county fields.
he was , A son to his parents who always cry for him,
A brother to a man, who lost his best friend .
He was a single father, To 3 kids who still needed him,
He was Loved by a woman who only has his memory.
But He was, more than a farmer ,
plowing up those, Baca county fields.
Baca County Farmer
To most he was just a Farmer,
Plowing up those, Baca county fields.
he was , A son to his parents who always cry for him,
A brother to a man, who lost his best friend .
He was a single father, To 3 kids who still needed him,
He was Loved by a woman who only has his memory.
But He was, more than a farmer ,
plowing up those, Baca county fields.
Sometimes its hard to remember,
The men and woman who die for us,
We remember the soldiers, the brave heroes on the news.
But don’t forget the people, you really never see.
Because he was, more than just a farmer,
Plowing up those Baca county fields.
He is remembered by his family, and friends
Who loved him dear.
But he was more than a farmer,
Plowing up those Baca county fields.
He got up every morning, fed and sent his kids to school,
He headed of to work in a field and fight mother nature who can be so cruel.
He prayed to god for the rain to come and prayed to keep his family safe. He was, more than a farmer, plowing up those, Baca county fields.
By the end of the day he was sore, tired,
And weary to bone.
But he had three hungary kids waiting for him at home.
He had to get through dinner, homework,
showers and bed, Before he could even think about resting his weary head.
He was more than just a farmer plowing up those Baca county fields
He was everything to his parents who always cry for him,
A brother to a man, who lost his best friend .
He was a single father, To 3 kids who still needed him,
He was Loved by a woman, who only has his memory.
But He was, more than a farmer ,
plowing up those, Baca county fields.
His parents remember all the times they had dried his tears,
His Brother remembers the talks they had and wishes he still had him there.
His kids remember all the nights he chased away their fears,
His Girlfriend remembers all the times he held her and all the plans they made.
They all remember the man he was, and cry for him everyday.
Because he was, more than a farmer, plowing up those baca county fields.
he was , A son to his parents who always cry for him,
A brother to a man, who lost his best friend .
He was a single father, To 3 kids who still needed him,
He was Loved by a woman who only has his memory.
But He was, more than a farmer ,
plowing up those, Baca county fields.
