HARVEST PRIDE

the fields Where all the trouble seems to go, chase my worries away, let my thoughts begin to flow. Grab the wheel and corrector when the tractor starts to pull 
No better feeling than when the sweat drips off your brows and you're rolling up them rounds to then later feed your cows,
Chopping chunks of Wintergreen to throw up in your lip , as dust flies up on the gravel road I give my hat a tip to the neighbor driving by A community built on smiles relationships tight-knit 
When in the fields all my trouble seem to go on my worries drift away and my thoughts begin to flow grab that wheel on that diesel Beast corrector when she pulls. Let that diesel smoke, pour out and straight. We keep our rows
Smelling the sweet Clover as I watch from distance the children play, I remember the times when I was young as if it were yesterday sipping on a cola throwing hooks in off the dock. Not worried about a single thing dust gathered on the clock raising hell on a regular detentions not a talk 
In the fields where all the troubles seem to go, all my worries drift away and my thoughts begin to flow 
Is I round my last corner I see four children in a glow now. This is why it is all worth it. Wishing the clock would slow to savor this moment to never have it. Go the refreshing smiles of my children is all I want to know The pride of knowing that the fields are freshly sewn so the food lay on the table and my children healthy grown, a father proud of what he's done. No matter which way the wind is blowing It's not about who.what Why? Where? When? It's all about the knowing that I've done it again year by year to keep those smiles. Glowing The troubles drift away well the the tractors in the field mother nature taken care of. Respect will give us yield talk not down about your peers keep your community close to heart. Teach your children to love one another and give them a head start troubles drift away as I look upon my Fields