Their feet are callased and their hands are bloodied
They're dusty and sweaty, their boots are muddied
They've been workin all day, right around the clock
To water their pastures and then tend to their flock
The sun's bearin down from the sweltering skies
While farmers are watching as the last of their dams dries
They're feeling the pain from the quickly drying land
Sometimes our farmers just need a helping hand
But this is just beginning of whats to be the normal country way
The farmers now are just taking things as they come each day
Not knowing of any coming rain as the skies dont tell
There's a need for some water to make the rivers swell
Though the river beds run dry and begin to crack
The famers cars are kickin up dust on the old dirt track
But we cant complain, this life is what we chose
Knowing we'd have to deal with this as it arose.
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