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The Blood Red Sun Beat Down And Baked The Red Clay Ground |
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Dust Kicked Up Around His John Deere Wheels |
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No Trace Of Rain In Sight A-gain He'll Lose The Fight |
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And Have To Watch His Crops Die In The Fields |
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They Stood There Both In Tears --- His Wife Of Many Years |
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Said John You Know I Hate To Lose Our Farm |
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He Looked Into Her Eyes Then Looked Up At The Skies |
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And Told Her As He Held Her In His Arms |
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In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero |
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Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be |
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I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow |
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In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me |
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The Muscles In His Arms Just Like His Run Down Farm |
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Soon Withered And Slowly Disap-peared |
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One Hard Workin' Man --- Two Hard Workin' Hands |
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Were Givin' Up After All These Years |
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His Aging Eyes Grew Dim And The Lady That Worshipped Him |
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Sat Cryin' On A Chair Beside His Bed |
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Her Hands Caressed His Brow And She Said It's Alright Now |
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And As He Slowly Slipped Away He Said |
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In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero |
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Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be |
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I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow |
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In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me |
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In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero |
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Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be |
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I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow |
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In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me |
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In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me |
