.Watch the field behind the plow turn to straight, dark rows.
Feel the trickle in your clothes,
Blow the dust cake from your nose.
Hear the tractor's steady roar,
Oh you can't stop now. There's a quarter section more or less to go
And it figures that the rain keeps its own sweet ti.
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