Murray McLauchlan - Farmer's Song Lyrics
Dusty old farmer out working your fieldsHanging down over your tractor wheelsThe sun beatin' down turns the red pain to orangeAnd rusty old patches of steelThere's no farmer songs on that car radioJust cowboys, truck drivers and painWell this is my way to say thanks for the mealAnd I hope there's no shortage of rainStraw hats and old dirty hankiesMopin' a face like a shoeThanks for the meal here's a song that is realFrom a kid from the city to youThe combines gang up, take most of the breadThings just ain't like they used to beThough your kids are out after the American dreamAnd they're workin in big factoriesNow If I come on by, when you're out in the sunCan I wave at you just like a friendThese days when everyone's taking so muchThere's somebody giving back inStraw hats and old dirty hankiesMopin' a face like a shoeThanks for the meal here's a song that is realFrom a kid from the city to you