Field Behind The Plow

Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight, dark rows

Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dust cake from your nose

Hear the tractor's steady roar, Oh you can't stop now

There's a quarter section more or less to go

And it figures that the rain keeps its own sweet time

You can watch it come for miles, but you guess you've got a while

So ease the throttle out a hair, every rod's a gain

And there's victory in every quarter mile

Poor old Kuzyk down the road

The heartache, hail and hoppers brought him down

He gave it up and went to town

And Emmett Pierce the other day

Took a heart attack and died at forty two

You could see it coming on 'cause he worked as hard as you

In an hour, maybe more, you'll be wet clear through

The air is cooler now, pull you hat brim further down

And watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows

Put another season's promise in the ground

And if the harvest's any good

The money just might cover all the loans

You've mortgaged all you own

Buy the kids a winter coat

Take the wife back east for Christmas if you can

All summer she hangs on when you're so tied to the land

For the good times come and go, but at least there's rain

So this won't be barren ground when September rolls around

So watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows

Put another season's promise in the ground

Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows

Put another season's promise in the ground