Field Behind The Plow

Watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dustcake 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 it's 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 There's victory in every quarter mile Chorus ONE: Poor old Kuzyk down the road The heartache, hail, and hoppers brought him down He gave it up and went to town * ... And Emmet 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 your hat brim further down And watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows Put a-nother season's promise in the ground Chorus TWO: And if the harvest's any good The money might just 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 Sep-tember rolls a-round And watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows Put a-nother season's promise in the ground