Who'll buy my wheat, who'll buy my corn? To feed my babies when they are born Seeds and dirt, a prayer for rain that I can use. I work the land, I watch the sky I talk to God and wonder why But it's the only life I know, these farmer's blues.
I see the seasons come and go Sending rain, fire, and snow. I'm at the mercy of it all, this life I choose. Sometimes I hang my head and cry When that evening train comes by. I wish it could take me far away These farmer's blues.
The tractor's old, the fence is down Put on my suit and go to town. I ask for a loan and I know well they might refuse Back at home, still by my side The one I love is where it hides Waits for me to love away, these farmer's blues.