(Verse 1)
Rusty was a welder, hair turning to gray,
Up on the skyscraper, building all day.
Sweat on his brow, and a torch in his hand,
Welding the girders, high above the land.
(Chorus)
But the foreman came a-callin', with a voice full of dread,
"Rusty," he said, "your position, it's over instead."
So Rusty packed his bags, with a tear and a sigh,
Said goodbye to the city, and the way up so high.
(Verse 2)
Hopped in his pickup, drove through the night,
Headed back to the farm, bathed in moonlight.
A place he once left, for a dream down below,
But the city life burned, dimmer than a rodeo.
(Chorus)
'Cause the farm was still waitin', with fields green and wide,
The cows in the barn, lowin' with a gentle stride.
Traded his torch for a pail and a stool,
Rusty the welder, turned into Rusty the fool... or so they thought, acting real cool.
(Bridge)
Cause Rusty, he knew, what the city life lacked,
The smell of the hay, and a cow's gentle back.
The rhythm of milking, the sunrise each day,
A feeling of peace, that wouldn't go away.
(Chorus)
Squeezed on those udders, creamy and white,
Like silver and silk, in the morning light.
The city lights glittered, a million miles away,
Rusty the welder, found his happy place, hooray!
(Outro)
So next time you see him, with a smile on his face,
Milkin' his cows, with a slow, steady pace,
Don't pity the welder, who gave up the climb,
Rusty found his true north, right on his own dime.
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