Farmer's Blues

Who'll buy my wheat, who'll buy my corn,

To feed my babies when they're born?

Seeds and dirt, I pray for rain, that I can use.

I work the land, I watch the sky,

I talk to God and wonder why,

But it's the only life I know, these Farmer's blues.

I see the seasons come and go,

Sending rain, fire and snow.

I'm at the mercy of it all, this life I choose.

Sometimes I hang my head and cry,

When that evening train goes by,

Wish it could take me far away, these Farmer's blues.

The tractor's old, the fence is down,

Put on my suit and go to town.

Ask for a loan, that I know well, they might refuse.

Back at home, still by my side,

The one I love with worrying eyes,

Waits for me, to love away, these Farmer's blues.

I see the seasons come and go,

Sending rain, fire and snow.

I'm at the mercy of it all, this life I choose

Sometimes I hang my head and cry,

As that evening train goes by,

Wish it could take me far away, these Farmer's blues.

• Artist:Marty Stuart
• Album:Country Music