Making Hay

He never went to school beyond the day he turned sixteen

And I can't say that I know being that poor really means

He wouldn't be mistaken for a man of high degree

But he was just as smart as anyone could be



The first thing I remember till the day I moved away

Up and every morning I don't believe he missed a day

It was always after sundown when he pulled up in the yard

He would be on a tractor and let me drive into the barn



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While the planter, acre, baler they were all the same to me

When I grow up a farmer is all I ever wanna be

I know that he was tired but he would sit and watch me play

In my imagination I was really making hay

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I graduated highschool just before I turned eightteen

Two years into college when I had a change of dreams

I'd wear a dank old necktie like those city fellows do

I'd move out in the suburbs like a million other fools



I met a brown haired beauty who was sweet as she could be

The day that we were married he stood right there next to me

I knew that he was tired and he seemed so out of place

He never said a word but it was written on his face



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I couldn't read the signs when she was falling out of love

The more he turned the lonelier till she'd finally had enough

So I'd pack up my suits and ties and gave them all away

And headed for the country just in time for making hay



No I won't be mistaken for a man of high degree

'Cause I was born a farmer and that's all I'll ever be