Saddle Storms - Fifty Miles of Fence

FIFTY MILES OF FENCE | Saddle Storms | Worn Smooth Album

Granddad strung the first wire in fifty-three. Three generations later it's still standing. Still theirs.

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Granddad strung the first wire back in fifty-three, Dad added the east run after the hard winter, and the last stretch went in with an uncle and a pick — fifty miles of fence that says who they are better than any deed or spreadsheet ever could. Fifty Miles of Fence is a George Strait-style album closer about quiet Wyoming ranch pride, a gate latch worn smooth at the thumb, and three generations of the same western morning. The land don't lie. Neither does hard work. - Original by Saddle Storms.

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Lyrics: [Verse 1] Granddad strung the first wire back in fifty-three Three miles north of where the cottonwoods grow thick My dad added on the east run after the hard winter I put in the last stretch with my uncle and a pick [Verse 2] There's a gate latch on the south end worn smooth at the thumb My boy's hand fits it now the same as mine Three generations of the same western morning Same creak in the hinge, same slant of sun, same line [Chorus] Fifty miles of fence says who we are Pulled the wire tight and sunk the posts down hard Not for show, not for strangers, not for county maps Just to say this land means something and we held it on track Fifty miles of fence [Verse 3] August runs the creek down to a trickle The windmill squeaks the same note it always has We patch what's patched and hold what's worth the holding And what we hold is harder than it looks [Chorus] Fifty miles of fence says who we are Pulled the wire tight and sunk the posts down hard Not for show, not for strangers, not for county maps Just to say this land means something and we held it on track Fifty miles of fence [Bridge] They'll try to tell you land is just an asset A line on some investment company's spreadsheet But the man who walked this ground before me Said the land don't lie — and neither does hard work [Outro - quiet, fading] Fifty miles of fence... Still standing... Still ours.

Written by Saddle Storms: https://SaddleStorms.com About Saddle Storms: Wyoming-born outlaw country, western storytelling, rodeo soul, heartbreak ballads, and Code of the West honesty from six generations of ranch life.

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