| It’s waking up in the pitch black
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| Coffee in a cup, out the door 'fore the dawn cracks
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| Quick prayer in the barn «Lord, we sure could use some rain»
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| Climb on up in the tractor
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| Take a hundred laps, wake the kids up after
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| Get a quick kiss from your baby, then it’s time to start the day
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| It’s giving all you’ve got to give, then going ten steps farther
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| It’s a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor
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| The days are long, the work is hard, but your calloused hands are harder
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| The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer
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| It’s dinner time at sunset, knowing that a bunch of folks that you ain’t met
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| Can gather 'round the table, with enough to pass around
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| It’s good dog and a dirty truck, a hand helping your neighbor up
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| It’s the whole counting on us, and we ain’t gonna let 'em down
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| It’s giving all you’ve got to give, then going ten steps farther
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| It’s a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor
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| The days are long, the work is hard, but your calloused hands are harder
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| The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer
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| Steady as a fence post
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| Shoot you straighter than a corn row
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| The world needs 'em, God knows
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| That’s why he made the farmer
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| It’s giving all you’ve got to give, then going ten steps farther
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| It’s a dusty cap and coveralls that you put on like armor
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| The days are long, the work is hard, but your calloused hands are harder
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| The only thing tougher than the farm, is the farmer |