| Em | C | D | Em | |
| I've got a house and 90 | acres | some cattle in the | barn |
| Em | C | D | Em | |
| Two kids with no | mama, she | left in a saleman's | arms |
| C | G | C | G | |
| A | sign by the | mailbox says there's an | auction in the | yard |
| Em | C | D | Em | |
| Born and raised has | been damn easy but | lately living's | hard |
| Em | C | D | Em | |
| The children miss their | mama but there ain't | nothing I can | do |
| Em | C | D | Em | |
| If she was all I had to | worry about well I'd | guess I'd miss her | too |
| C | G | C | G | |
| But I've | watched my tools and | tractor leave in | someone else's | hands |
| Em | C | D | C | |
| I grit my teeth, | I'm let 'em go but I | won't give up my | land |
| G | D | |
| This house and 90 acres, the only | place I've left to stand |
| Em | C | D | C | |
| My | roots are anchored | solid, I ain't | machinery I'm a | man |
| G | D | |
| I'll be here in the morning come | pouring rain or sun |
| Em | C | |
| This | house and 90 | acres |
| D | |
| What's | said is good as done |
| Em | C | D | Em | |
| There's jobs up in the | city I could | probably drive a | truck |
| Em | C | D | Em | |
| Or I could move 300 | miles from home but | that would be giving | up |
| C | G | C | G | |
| Well you | know that I ain't | leaving if it's | just my pride I | save |
| Em | C | D | C | |
| I might be on the | front porch or I might | be in a hillside | grave |
| G | D | |
| This house and 90 acres, the only | place I've left to stand |
| Em | C | D | C | |
| My | roots are anchored | solid, I ain't | machinery I'm a | man |
| G | D | |
| I'll be here in the morning come | pouring rain or sun |
| Em | C | |
| This | house and 90 | acres |
| D | |
| What's | said is good as done |
| Em | C | |
| This | house and 90 | acres |
| D | |
| What's | said is good as done |
| Em C D Em (to fade) |