Old Man's Song

Dusty old farmer out working your fields
 Hanging down over your tractor wheels
 The sun beatin' down turns the red paint 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
 Moppin' 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
 Moppin' a face like a shoe
 Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real
 From a kid from the city to you