On The Farm

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