The Ballad of Tim Ferguson

[Verse] In a small town by the river, where the white oak trees grow tall, Lived a man named Tim Ferguson, known by one and all. He's the first to lend a hand, and the last to ask for praise, With a heart as golden as the summer’s sunny rays. [Verse 2] He worked the land his daddy left, plowin' fields by dawn's light, Through the seasons and the years, he put up one helluva fight. His calloused hands told stories, of sweat, and love, and toil, With every drop of rain or drought, he was tied to that soil. [Chorus] Oh, Tim Ferguson, a friend to you and me, In the heartland he’s a legend, in the town of Tennessee. With a smile that greets the sunrise, and a spirit wild and free, Oh, Tim Ferguson, you're where I wanna be. [Verse 3] Saturday nights at the honky-tonk, he'd dance the night away, With a twirl and a laugh, he'd chase the blues away. But come Sunday morning, you'll find him front row, In the little white church, where the faithful always go. [Verse 4] He had a love named Rosie, with hair like autumn leaves, They built a life together, in a house under the eaves. When the winds of change blew hard, he’d hold her extra tight, Together they’d weather the storm, till the first morning light. [Chorus] Oh, Tim Ferguson, a friend to you and me, In the heartland he’s a legend, in the town of Tennessee. With a smile that greets the sunrise, and a spirit wild and free, Oh, Tim Ferguson, you're where I wanna be.