Who'll buy my wheat?
Who'll buy my corn?
To feed my babies when they're born.
Seeds and dirt,
a prayer for rain that I can use.
I work the land, I watch the sky.
I talk to God and wonder why.
But it's the only life I know
these farmers blew.
I see the seasons come and go,
Sending rain, fire and snow
I'm at the mercy of it all
This life I choose
Sometimes I hang my head and cry
When that evening train goes by
Wish it could take me far away
From these farmer's blues
I'm gonna mis s
I'm gonna miss you
I'm gonna miss you, I'm gonna miss you
The tractor's old, fence is down,
Put on my suit and go to town,
Ask for a loan that I know well
they might refuse.
Back at home, still by my side,
The one I love with worried eyes,
Still waits for me to love away
this farmer's blue.
I see the seasons come and go,
Sending rain, fire, and snow.
I'm at the mercy of it all,
this life I choose.
Sometimes I hang my head and cry
When that evening train goes by,
wish it could take me far away
from these farmers blues.
Sometimes I hang my head and cry,
when that evening train goes by,
Wish it could take me far away
from these farmer's blues.
Wish it could take me far away
from these farmer's blues.