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