Pioneers were such treasures
They certainly paved the way
Many diverse kinds of folks
But were different back in the day
Some had strong and firm directions
And others just moseyed along
Took the day as it came to them
Whistling a cowboy song
But the farmers worked so hard
Out in the broken fields
Plantin’ their crops night and day
Prayin’ they’d have a good yield
Dusty and dirty every single day
Walking behind that old plow
They sure spent plenty of time
Wiping sweat off their furrowed brow
Let’s not forget the women, folks
Not only did they work the fields
Cooking, cleaning and raising kids
For a family they needed to build
Let’s celebrate the pioneer, okay?
And never forget what they’ve done
They shaped the world for progress
And I’ll tell you, it was not always fun!
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