S Lazy H - Corb Lund

I was born in this valley

On this ranch I was raised

I learned to lope, rope, and dally

On the S Lazy H

The roots of my people

They run deep on this place

I am sixth generation

On the S Lazy H

When it came to the future

I never gave it a thought

If there were broncs to be broken

Endless steers to be caught

My youth, it was carefree

For the work was my play

And what I loved would always be there

On the S Lazy H

I had one beloved sister

A few years younger than me

Before a sole cowboy had kissed her

She left for school in the east

Me, I might have gone to college

I might have liked to fly planes

But my dad needed help

To run the S Lazy H

So I worked there alongside him

Put a lot of years in this place

And I gained appreciation

For the lines on his face

And when mom had grown older

And when dad passed away

It fell to me to look after

The S Lazy H

By now my sister, she had married

A sharp attorney at school

We didn’t see eye to eye

But I did my best to make peace

What did they see when they over

Over the fence one fine day

They saw a whole lot of value

In the S Lazy H

So after thought and assessment

The court awarded them half

And no cow-calf operation

Carries that kind of cash

Well I worked through the numbers

Worked them every which way

Yeah I went through the numbers

Oh, and boys I’m afraid

I had to sell twenty sections

Of the S Lazy H

Sometimes right isn’t equal

Sometimes equal’s not fair

There will soon be rows of houses

On that ridge over there

Many lifetimes of labor

Will be all but erased

Shed a tear and look skyward

God help the S Lazy H

The last few years were a struggle

But I gave it my best

And I tried to go forward

On the land that was left

I have lived with the sorrow

And I will die with the shame

For now the bank owns what’s left

Of the S Lazy H