Hay on the roadside,
Hay in the ditch,
We all make hay
But we never get rich.
Daddy is a veteran.
Think about that.
Hard to get young men to care like that.
Singin' Songs, Songs goin' South
GriggsDakota bugs will shut my mouth
Gone with the wind,
We all know Winter's coming back again.
With gratitude and apologies to Bob McDill, who wrote "Song of the South," made famous by our beloved cattlemen from Alabama. You help get us through the heat and cold of GriggsDakota.