An old farmhouse and a fan in the window
The sun is just rising and sunlight is falling
Onto the kitchen floor
Biscuits and gravy are waiting on the table
Rolled up sleeves washed hands
A life I knew from the cradle amen
And the only thing that needs to be said
Is being said by the fan in the window
And off in the distance is the sound of an old pickup truck
And this is good mighty good Lord thank you for waking me up
The dishes will soon be done and work is just outside the door
And when dinner time rolls around the fan in the window
Will seem a little quieter cause we are talking more