Intro: A5   A5   A5   A5   A5   A5   A5   A5

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Dusty old farmer out workin' your fields
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Hangin' down over your tractor wheels
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The sun beatin' down turns the red paint to orange
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And rusty old patches of steel
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There's no farmer songs on that car radio
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Just cowboys, truck drivers and pain
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Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal
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And I hope there's no shortage of rain

Chorus:
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Straw hat and old dirty hankies
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Moppin' a face like a shoe
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Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real
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From a kid from the city to you

Repeat chorus


The combines gang up, take most of the bread
Things just ain't like they used to be
Though your kids are out after the American dream
And they're workin' in big factories
If I come by, when you're out in the sun
Can I wave at you just like a friend?
These days when everyone's takin' so much
There's somebody givin' back in

Chorus (x2)

A5   (002222)
E5 (022102)