CATTLE CONVICTION

Yo, my name is Paul, I step to the beat,  
From the frost of Alberta, where the cold winds greet.  
Left the bottle behind, traded scars for a rhyme,  
Now I’m spitting truth, man, one bar at a time.  

  
In the fields where the sun shines bright,  
I’m building my dreams, yeah, I’m taking flight.  
No more camp life, just me and the land,  
With my boots in the dirt, I’m making my stand.  

  
Said it’s hard work, but I’m feeling alive,  
With the cows and the crops, man, I’m ready to thrive.  
Forget the cold nights, the shackles of pain,  
I’m living my passion, breaking every chain.  

  
In the fields where the sun shines bright,  
I’m building my dreams, yeah, I’m taking flight.  
No more camp life, just me and the land,  
With my boots in the dirt, I’m making my stand.  

  
So here’s to the moments, the laughter, the fun,  
Where the only alarm is the rise of the sun.  
I’ll take my chances, I’ll chase my own fate,  
With my heart in the soil, I’ll never be late.  

  
In the fields where the sun shines bright,  
I’m building my dreams, yeah, I’m taking flight.  
No more camp life, just me and the land,  
With my boots in the dirt, I’m making my stand.  

  
So raise up a toast, to the life that I chose,  
With the warmth of my farm, it’s the life that I know.  
When the day breaks anew, I’ll be ready to play,  
Living free in my heart, come what may.