By L F Anderson and D D Ames - 1974
Walking down a dusty lane
With the hot sun looking down
Feel the dirt on your bare feet
See the cracks upon the ground
You'd wish for a cool oasis
Where you could rest with ease
Feel the breezes blowing
Through the Oak or Maple trees
Wipe the sweat from your brow
And it magically reappears
You feel your body baking
As you try to hold your tears
You're hot and tired and aching
Work in the fields isn't easy
Then the long walk home
And your stomach feeling queasy
A man must labor all his life
To bring food upon the table
The boss says, "keep it up"
Even when you feel unable
When the field work is done
I'll set back and wonder
And pray to God to hear
Just a small clap of thunder
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