| I woke up the same way this morning
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| Like a stranger in my own life
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| Tired and confused with too much to do
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| Nothing left for my kids and my wife
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| Oh I clung to that first cup of coffee
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| Praying god, won’t you show me what’s real
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| Then out in the distance I saw through the window
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| A man on a tractor with a dog in a field
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| The dog walked just like it was smiling
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| The man drove like the world was all right
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| The tractor hummed on like a part of a song
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| That you sing to your children at night
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| His work was laid out there before him
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| In rows of green, his whole life was revealed
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| Oh what I wouldn’t give if I could just live
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| Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field
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| Let me do what I’m doing
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| Let me be where I am
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| Let me find peace of mind
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| On my own piece of land
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| When I’m lost, help me to let go
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| And find someway to feel
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| Like a man on a tractor with a dog in a field
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| There I was watching and wondering
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| My wife came down and sat beside me
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| She said. |
| «it's not about living another man’s life
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| It’s about seeing your own differently
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| Oh this home that I love and my children
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| What more could one man hope to yield
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| Then she touched my face
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| And said, «there's more than one way
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| To be a man on a tractor with a dog in a field |