S Lazy H Corb Lund

I was born in this valley
On this ranch I was raised
I learned to lope, rope, and dally
On the S Lazy H
The roots of my people
They run deep on this place
I am sixth generation
On the S Lazy H

When it came to the future
I never gave it a thought
If there were broncs to be broken
Endless steers to be caught
My youth, it was carefree
For the work was my play
And what I loved would always be there
On the S Lazy H

I had one beloved sister
A few years younger than me
Before a sole cowboy had kissed her
She left for school in the east
Me, I might have gone to college
I might have liked to fly planes
But my dad needed help
To run the S Lazy H