Field Behind The Plow

G                              D        C    G
Watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows
         Am                                C                  D
Feel the trickle in your clothes, blow the dustcake from your nose
         G                             D     C    G
Hear the tractor's steady roar, oh you can't stop now
          Am              D7              G
There's a quarter section more or less to go

       G                                D   C     G
And it figures that the rain keeps it's own sweet time
        Am                               C                  D
You can watch it come for miles, but you guess you've got a while
            G                          D      C  G
So ease the throttle out a hair, every rod's  a  gain
        Am         D7            G
There's victory in every quarter mile

Chorus ONE:
         D
Poor old Kuzyk down the road
    Em                   C                   G
The heartache, hail, and hoppers brought him down
                  A       D
He gave it up and went to town
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... And Emmet Pierce, the other day
       Em               C             G
Took a heart attack and died at forty-two
                 A      D                               G   *  Em  *
You could see it coming on, 'cause he worked as hard as you



      G                           D   C     G
In an hour, maybe more, you'll be wet clear through
    Am                           C                D
The air is cooler now, pull your hat brim further down
              G                             D        C    G
And watch the field behind the plow turn to straight dark rows
      Am              D7             G
Put a-nother season's promise in the ground


Chorus TWO:
           D
And if the harvest's any good
    Em               C             G
The money might just cover all the loans
                 A       D
You've mortgaged all you own

... Buy the kids a winter coat
         Em                 C                G
Take the wife back east for Christmas if you can
           A         D                              G     *  Em  *
All summer she hangs on, when you're so tied to the land

        G                              D     C       G
For the good times come and go, but at least there's rain
        Am                               C              D
So this won't be barren ground, when Sep-tember rolls a-round
              G                              D        C    G
And watch the field behind the plow, turn to straight dark rows
      Am              D7             G
Put a-nother season's promise in the ground