Earth Behind the Plow See the earth behind the plow Turn to straight dark rows Feel the trickle in your clothes Blow the dust cake from your nose And feel the tractor's steady roar Oh you can't stop now There's a quarter section more or less to go And it figures that the rain Keeps it own sweet time You can watch it come for miles But you think you're got awhile So case the throttle out a hair Every rod's a gain There's victory in every quarter mile Poor old hossack down the road The heart ache hail and hoppers Got him down He gave it up and went to town And Emmett Pierce the other day Took a heart attack and died at 4r You could see it comin' worked as hard as you In an hour, may be more You'll be wet clear through The air is cooler now Pull your hat brim father down And watch the field behind the plow Torn to straight dark rows Put another season's promise in the ground And if the harvest is any good The money might just cover all the loans You've mortgaged all you own Buy the kids a winter coat Take the wife back east for Christmas if you can All summer she hangs on Cause she's so tied to the land The good times come and go But at least there's rain So this won't be barren ground When September rolls around So watch the field behind the plow Turn to straight dark rows Put another seasons promise in the ground