It was the last week in August before we saw a drop of rain

And the wind and the sun had bleached and bled our whole crop dry

It ain't been one or two or three but four years now we've sat and watched them die

And the man from the bank came around again last night

When we went down to the church babe, and you stood by my side

We nailed our hopes and dreams together, and you were such a pretty bride

Well life takes lots of twists and turns girl and our hopes and dreams just like our crops all died

And the man from the bank came around again last night

Well it might have been those pretty hands that never worked a day

Or it could've been his tassled shoes, but judge I'll plead insane

Out behind my shed beneath my old ford, you can dig up his remains

Yeah the man from the bank came around, the man from the band came around, the man from the bank came around again last night