The Field Behind the Plow

Watch the field behind the plow

Turn to stray, dark roads

Feel the trickle in your clothes

Blow the dust-cake from your nose

And hear the tractor's steady roar

Oh, you can't stop now

With the corner section

More or less to go

And it figures that the rain

Takes its own sweet time

You can watch it come for miles

But you guess you got a mile

So ease the throttle out ahead

Ever runs again

There's victory in

Every quarter mile

For ol' Coozy down the road

A heartache hale and hopper got 'em down

Gave it up and moved to town

And Emmett appears the other day

To look a heart attack and died at 42

You could see it coming on

'Cause he's worked as hard as you

In an hour, maybe more

You'll be wet clean through

The air is cooler now

Pull your hat brim further down

And watch the field behind the plow

Turn to stray, dark roads

Put another season's promise

In the ground

And if the harvest's any good

The money might just cover all the loans

You mortgaged all you own

Find the kids at Winter Cove

Take the wife back East for Christmas

If you can

All summer she's held down

'Cause you're so tied to the land

Well, the good times come and go

But at least, there's rain

This won't be barren ground

When September rolls around

And watch the field behind the plow

Turn to stray, dark roads

Put another season's promise

In the ground

Watch the field behind the plow

Turn to stray, dark roads

Put another season's promise

In the ground