| My sweet mother gets up so early in the morning
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| She turns on a stove and she makes a pot of coffee
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| My daddy filled his tractor up with diesel to plant the corn
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| And that’s how it was on the day that I was born
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| Well the days, they went by and the bins filled up with grain
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| My mother’s brother died on a motorcycle in the rain
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| The town got too big for its britches and the government, it came
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| And now it will never be the same
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| No one moves away with no money
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| They just do what they can
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| To live in the heart of America
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| Getting by on their own two hands
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| You can pray to anybody’s Jesus
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| And be a hardworking man
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| But at the end of the day, if the rain, it don’t rain
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| We just do what we can
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| Some time back in '86 when big banks took the throne
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| They asked about every local farmer try to dry his own corn
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| But the men in the suits had a bigger plan than to let it be our own
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| When the crops came in that spring, they were blown
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| And Neil and Willie tried so hard and battles they have gone
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| But that was still long after the bigger war had been won
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| No one was there to save the wheat and the cattle at my home
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| They took every field my family owned
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| No one moves away with no money
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| They just do what they can
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| To live in the heart of America
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| Getting by on their own two hands
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| You can pray to anybody’s Jesus
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| And be a hardworking man
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| But at the end of the day, if the rain, it don’t rain
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| If the bank, it don’t break
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| We just do what we can
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| You just do what you can |