The Field Behind The Plow

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


[Verse 2]
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It figures that the rain keeps it's own sweet time,
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You can watch it come for miles, but you guess you've got a while.
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So ease the throttle out a hair, every rod's  a gain,
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There's victory in every quarter mile.


[Chorus 1]
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Poor old Kuzyk down the road,
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The heartache, hail, and hoppers brought him down.
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He gave it up and went to town, and
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Emmet Pierce, the other day,
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Took a heart attack and died at forty - two.
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You could see it coming on, 'cause he worked as hard as you.

[Verse 3]
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In an hour, maybe more, you'll be wet clear through,
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The air is cooler now, pull your hat brim further down, and
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Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows.
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Put a - nother season's promise in the ground

[Chorus 2]
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And if the harvest's any good,
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The money just might cover all the loans.
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You've mortgaged all you own,
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Buy the kids a winter coat.
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Take the wife back east for Christmas if you can.
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All summer she hangs on, when you're so tied to the land.

[Verse 4]
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For the good times come and go, but at least there's rain.
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So this won't be barren ground, when Sep - tember rolls a- round,
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So watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows.
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Put a - nother season's promise in the ground.
          G                              D        C    G
Watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows.
        Am              D7             G
Put a - nother season's promise in the ground.