FARMING'S IN MY BLOOD

FARMING'S IN MY BLOOD

I know the school bus is waiting
but I've got watering to do,
Gramp said it hadn't rained in days
and doesn't look like any's due.

Pop worked the fields all spring
and planted these rows in mud,
Trusting God to make it grow -
you see, farming's in my blood.

Once it grows and is ready
to market down in town,
Pop says we'll have 'nuf money
if they keep the taxes down.

If we keep food on the table
An' a roof over our heads,
Maybe someday we'll all rest
upon our lumpy beds.

Dog-gone bus is honking
An' I know I'd better go,
Good thing I started early
an' this is the last row!

I love the fields and sunshine!
Wouldn't change life if I could -
Well, maybe I'd not plant as much
an' concentrate on splittin' wood!

The sheep are in the meadow,
an' the cow is chewin' her cud;
Give me some old overalls -
Cuz' farming's in my blood!

Countrymom
9/11/04

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