It was just an old plywood boat
A '75 Johnson with electric choke
A young boy two hands on the wheel
I can't replace the way it make me feel
And I would turn her sharp
And I would make her whine
He'd say, you can't beat the way an old wood boat rides
Just a little lake across the Alabama line
But I was king of the ocean
When Daddy let me drive

Alan Jackson is probably one of my favorite country singers. This song reminds me of my childhood very much. Me and my dad used to drive an old pickup truck around the farm and it was one of my favorite things to do when I was young. I could not wate until i turned sixteen and got my drivers license.

 A ten pound bass is my wish

 My special lure just let him bite

 And I will reel him with all my might

 The weather is right and the water is clear

 Please send some big fish over here

 I know there's fish, some fit to keep

 Way down in your waters deep

 Lord please let me stay afloat 

 and guide my little fishing boat

 oh just send me the big ole one

 some time before this day is done!!

We have all had those days where we are not catching anything. Me i have a lot of those days when I am out on the lake. Sometimes I have to resort to praying. I guess that's just part of it. there are good days and bad days.
 

 God said, "I need somebody willing to get up before dawn, milk cows, work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board." So God made a farmer. 

 "I need somebody with arms strong enough to rustle a calf and yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry, have to wait lunch until his wife's done feeding visiting ladies and tell the ladies to be sure and come back real soon -- and mean it." So God made a farmer. 

 God said, "I need somebody willing to sit up all night with a newborn colt. And watch it die. Then dry his eyes and say, 'Maybe next year.' I need somebody who can shape an ax handle from a persimmon sprout, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire, who can make harness out of haywire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And who, planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty-hour week by Tuesday noon, then, pain'n from 'tractor back,' put in another seventy-two hours." So God made a farmer. 

 God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop in mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor's place. So God made a farmer. 

 God said, "I need somebody strong enough to clear trees and heave bails, yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink-combed pullets, who will stop his mower for an hour to splint the broken leg of a meadow lark. It had to be somebody who'd plow deep and straight and not cut corners. Somebody to seed, weed, feed, breed and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk and replenish the self-feeder and finish a hard week's work with a five-mile drive to church. 

 "Somebody who'd bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who would laugh and then sigh, and then reply, with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life 'doing what dad does.'" So God made a farmer. 

I Love this speech because in a way it is poetry. It is repetitive and i guess it is kind of free verse. This poem is saying that farmers are the backbone of society. The first time I heard this was on the dodge super bowl commercial. I fell in love with it and have been listening to it ever sense.