the chores are done
the tractor's parked inside the barn
the cows are grazing in the field
horses in their stalls
ma's cooking up a meal
that reeks(?) from the dirt on my hands
it's on my hands
the sores and bumps on my body speak
of the work that i've done
such a long day
it'll be a long tomorrow
(is in our eyes)
long day tomorrow
the day is warm in my blue jeans
(bring the axe down
bring the axe down)
(sittin up on the crooked fence)
pull the hoe across the yard
tip my hat to nothing in particular
just glad to be so simple