Farmer's Song

Dusty old farmer out working your fields

Hanging down over your tractor wheels

The sun beatin' down turns the red pain to orange

And rusty old patches of steel

There's no farmer songs on that car radio

Just cowboys, truck drivers and pain

Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal

And I hope there's no shortage of rain

Straw hats and old dirty hankies

Mopin' a face like a shoe

Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real

From a kid from the city to you

The combines gang up, take most of the bread

Things just ain't like they used to be

Though your kids are out after the American dream

And they're workin in big factories

Now If I come on by, when you're out in the sun

Can I wave at you just like a friend

These days when everyone's taking so much

There's somebody giving back in

Straw hats and old dirty hankies

Mopin' a face like a shoe

Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real

From a kid from the city to you