I might be a driver on the highway In a big rig gliding through the veins and arteries In a covered wagon piled to the top With livestock, with produce With any kind of crop, I'll radio When the scenery has all been seen When the bushes are shaken And the shot is clean There's beauty to be found On the stripped and dusty ground Drop a seed in the soil And let it grow I might be a numb and foolish man The most foolish thing I think Is that I'm younger than I am And that I've got All the time I need to figure things But what's true today Is not always held forever true, I'll radio When the irrigation channels open wide When the cattle farms and thunderstorms Fill the countryside There's beauty to behold On the cracked and crooked road Drop a seed in the soil Let it grow If I see a hitchhiker on the side We'll do a triple digit ride in Georgia overdrive And discover that all before has been bereft Maybe two wrongs can make a right, tonight Maybe two rights can make a left, I'll radio When the orange blossoms come in bloom When the Earth is covered in her sweet perfume There's beauty one can find In the most desolate of times Drop a seed in the soil And let it grow