Gord Bamford Stubborn Blood Lyrics

Grandpa bought a quarter section

With a shoebox full of rodeo money

And built grandma a two-room mansion

That still stands to this day

Talk about sweat, hard work and trouble

When you’re living with your fate in the hands of the weather

They were picking rocks and working the land

Till the wind blew it all away


They hauled water-we turn taps

They chopped wood-we cook with gas

I think a lot about those days these days

And when I think I’ve got it tough

Never think of giving up

Cause I’ve got their stubborn blood

Running through my veins

After ten hours working and two in traffic

Got home dog tired to a smashed-in window

My TV was gone and I thought about Grandpa

Who never even locked his door