It's been so many years ago
Fond mem'ries ebb and flow
Of a peaceful stream
And a cane pole dream
For that big catch..
Sad sounds of the faraway trains,
Where summers were spent
Out there on the prairies and plains
Each mornin' watched the sun a' risin'
From a field of corn horizon
Just happy to be where the wind could blow sweet and free

Like a midwest plowboy,
Drivin' Dad's old John Deere
Hopin' hard that good crops'd grow
Like a midwest plowboy,
Feedin' pigs and chickens
Till Fair time when they're big to show
And milkin' the same cows every night

Come a drought, and we'd pray for rain
If none fell, we faced all the pain
Got us down, but down didn't remain
Around for a long time
There were too many things to do
A new spring was comin'
We'd just pray the Lord would get us thru
Each mornin' watched the sun a' risin'
From a field of corn horizon
And happy to be where the wind could blow sweet and free

Like a midwest plowboy
Drivin' Dad's old John Deere
Hopin' hard that good crops'd grow
Like a midwest plowboy
Feedin' pigs and chickens
Till Fair time when they're big to show
And milkin' those same cows every night

Like a midwest plowboy
Drivin' Dad's old John Deere
Hopin' hard that good crops'd grow

FADE
Like a midwest plowboy
Feedin' pigs and chickens
Till Fair time when they're...big...to...show..