Earned It All
[Verse 1] Thirty-eight years with a plan in his hand, Building the bridges that hold up this land, That old slide rule worn smooth on the edge, Every line on his face is a promise he kept. He'd tell the same joke every morning at seven, Laughed like it was new, like he just found heaven, And nobody told him the punchline was old, 'Cause the warmth in the room was worth more than gold. [Chorus] Gary, it's time to lay the blueprints down, You built more than buildings in this little town. Every row in the garden, every road, every mile — We've been proud of you, Dad, for a long, long while. [Verse 2] On Sundays the driveway smells like soap and chrome, Kenny Rogers singing the car all the way home. He denies that he cried at the end of the game, But his eyes told the story, they always gave him away. Now the tomatoes are bragged on like blood of his blood, Tends every vine like he raised them from love. Sixty-four years of showing up right — Rest your hands, Gary, you've earned tonight. [Chorus] Gary, it's time to lay the blueprints down, You built more than buildings in this little town. Every row in the garden, every road, every mile — We've been proud of you, Dad, for a long, long while.