The sun beatin' down turns the red pain to orange
Rusty old patches of steel
There's some old farmers song on the car radio
'bout cowboys,truck drivers and pain
Well this is the way to say thanks for the meal
And I hope there's no shortage of rain
Chorus
Straw hat an old dirty hankie
Mopin' the face like a shoe
Thanks for the meal
Here's a song that is real
From the kid from the city to you
Repeat chorus
The combines gang up,take most of their bread
Things just ain't like they used to be
Though your kids are out after the American dream
And they're workin in big factories
If I come on by,when you're out in the sun
Can I wave at you just like a friend
These days when everyone's taking so much
There's somebody giving back in
Repeat chorus
