The Blood Red Sun Beat Down And Baked The Red Clay Ground
Dust Kicked Up Around His John Deere Wheels
No Trace Of Rain In Sight A-gain He'll Lose The Fight
And Have To Watch His Crops Die In The Fields
They Stood There Both In Tears --- His Wife Of Many Years
Said John You Know I Hate To Lose Our Farm
He Looked Into Her Eyes Then Looked Up At The Skies
And Told Her As He Held Her In His Arms
In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero
Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be
I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow
In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me