Now, take this bit into your mouth,
And pull this rig until I say "Whoa".
I've got ten thousand acres that need plowed!
You should have finished it days ago!
You'd better pull your weight around here,
Or they'll turn you into glue!
And don't pull a little and stop awhile
I want every furrow dug deep, straight, and true.
It's seeding time, and all I've got is a swayback.
Guess you'll have to do.
It's seeding time... Now, don't you pin your ears back!
We've got too much work to do!
The squinting man with tobacco stains
Spits his dribble at your feet,
And he slaps you like an ass...
You're wondering where to go.
You plod into the dust cloud,
Not soon to return.
You'd better pull your weight around here,
Or they'll turn you into glue!
It's seeding time, and all I've got is a swayback.
Guess you'll have to do.
It's seeding time... Now, don't you pin your ears back!
We've got too much work to do!
You pull a little and stop awhile.
Your knee buckle from the strain.
The brown man whips you with his belt,
Cussing you like the wrath of God!
He says,
It's seeding time, and all I've got is a swayback.
Guess you'll have to do.
It's seeding time... Now, don't you pin your ears back!
We've got too much work to do!