G5                              D5        C5    G5 
Watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows 
         A5                                C5                  D5 
Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dustcake from your nose 
         G5                             D5     C5    G5 
Hear the tractor's steady roar, oh you can't stop now 
          A5              D5              G5       
There's a quarter section more or less to go  
 

       G5                                D5   C5     G5 
And it figures that the rain keeps it's own sweet time 
        A5                               C5                  D5 
You can watch it come for miles, but you guess you've got a while 
            G5                          D5      C5  G5 
So ease the throttle out a hair, every rod's  a  gain 
        A5         D5            G5        
There's victory in every quarter mile 
 
Chorus ONE: 
         D5                
Poor old Kuzyk down the road 
    E5                   C5                   G5 
The heartache, hail, and hoppers brought him down 
                  A5       D5 
He gave it up and went to town 
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... And Emmet Pierce, the other day 
       E5               C5             G5 
Took a heart attack and died at forty-two 
                 A5      D5                               G5   *  E5  * 
You could see it coming on, 'cause he worked as hard as you 
 
 
      G5                           D5   C5     G5 
In an hour, maybe more, you'll be wet clear through 
    A5                           C5                D5 
The air is cooler now, pull your hat brim further down 
              G5                             D5        C5    G5 
And watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows 
      A5              D5             G5         
Put a-nother season's promise in the ground 
 
Chorus TWO: 
           D5               
And if the harvest's any good 
    E5               C5             G5 
The money might just cover all the loans 
                 A5       D5 
You've mortgaged all you own 
                            
... Buy the kids a winter coat 
         E5                 C5                G5 
Take the wife back east for Christmas if you can 
           A5         D5                              G5     *  E5  * 
All summer she hangs on, when you're so tied to the land 
 

        G5                              D5     C5       G5 
For the good times come and go, but at least there's rain 
        A5                               C5              D5 
So this won't be barren ground, when Sep-tember rolls a-round 
              G5                              D5        C5    G5 
And watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows 
      A5              D5             G5          
Put a-nother season's promise in the ground