| There goes Bobby Ray, Junior
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| Pullin' out of town
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| Got his family in a U-Haul
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| They’re all sunbelt bound
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| Another farm abandoned
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| They gave the land back to the wind
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| The price of fuel went up, corn went down
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| And I don’t think we’ll be seeing Bobby again
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| It’s a hard country
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| Last year the fields were all too wet to plow
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| Hard country
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| And this year they say that it looks like a drought
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| But I can’t leave
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| My roots go deep in this hard country
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| I’ve got a friend got a job in the city
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| Installing burglar alarms
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| He says he’s makin' real good money
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| But I can tell he misses the farm
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| He calls to ask how the crops are doin'
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| I say we could use some rain
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| Says his life is movin' kinda fast
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| And I tell him out here things are always the same
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| Well the snow piles up in the winter
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| And the bugs come out in June
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| But somehow, it’s all worth it
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| When I see that harvest moon |