Field Behind The Plow - text
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
Turn to straight dark rows
Put another season's promise in the ground
