| The Blood Red Sun Beat Down And Baked The Red Clay Ground
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| Dust Kicked Up Around His John Deere Wheels
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| No Trace Of Rain In Sight A-gain He’ll Lose The Fight
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| And Have To Watch His Crops Die In The Fields
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| They Stood There Both In Tears --- His Wife Of Many Years
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| Said John You Know I Hate To Lose Our Farm
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| He Looked Into Her Eyes Then Looked Up At The Skies
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| And Told Her As He Held Her In His Arms
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| In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero
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| Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be
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| I’ve Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow
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| In My Next Life I’ll Make You Proud Of Me
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| The Muscles In His Arms Just Like His Run Down Farm
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| Soon Withered And Slowly Disap-peared
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| One Hard Workin' Man --- Two Hard Workin' Hands
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| Were Givin' Up After All These Years
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| His Aging Eyes Grew Dim And The Lady That Worshipped Him
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| Sat Cryin' On A Chair Beside His Bed
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| Her Hands Caressed His Brow And She Said It’s Alright Now
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| And As He Slowly Slipped Away He Said
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| In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero
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| Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be
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| I’ve Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow
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| In My Next Life I’ll Make You Proud Of Me
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| In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero
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| Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be
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| I’ve Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow
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| In My Next Life I’ll Make You Proud Of Me
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| In My Next Life I’ll Make You Proud Of Me |