The field Behind the Plow
Stan Rogers
Watch the field__ behind the plow__ turn to straight__ dark__ rows__ Feel the trickle_ in_ your clothes__ blow the dust cake from your nose__ Hear__ the tractor's__ steady roar_ Oh you can't__ stop_ now__ There's a quarter_ section_ more_ or less_ to go___ And it_ figures__ that the rain__ keeps its own__ sweet__ time__ You can watch it_ come for miles__ but you guess you've got a while__ So ease_ the throttle__ out a hair_ every rod's___ a gain__ And there's victory__ in_ every_ quarter_ mile__ Poor old_ Kuzyk__ down the road_ The heartache__ hail and hoppers__ brought_ him down__ He gave it up_ and went_ to town__ And Emmett Pierce__ the o_-ther day_ Took a heart_ attack_ and_ died_ at for_-ty two__ You could see it_ coming_ on__ 'cause he worked_ as hard_ as |C _ _ _|_ _ G _|Am _ _ _|Am _ you____ __ In_ an hour_ maybe more_ you'll be wet__ clear__ through__ The air is cooler now_ pull your hat brim further down_ And watch the field__ behind the plow__ turn to straight__ dark__ rows__ Put another_ season's_ promise_ in the ground__ And if the har-_vest's any good__ The money_ just might cover__ all the loans__ You've mortgaged all__ you own__ Buy the kids__ a win_-ter coat_ Take the wife back east for Christmas__ if you can__ All summer_ she hangs_ on__ when you're so tied_ to_ the |C _ _ _|_ _ G _|Am _ _ _|Am _ land____ __ For the good times__ come and_ go__ but at least_ there's_ rain_ So this won't be barren_ ground__ when September_ rolls around_ So watch_ the field__ behind the plow__ turn to straight__ dark__ rows__ Put another_ season's_ promise_ in the ground__ Watch the field__ behind the plow__ turn to straight__ dark__ rows__ Put another_ season's_ promise_ in the ground_