When I think of those hot summer days & sultry nights
The grass is tall, turnin' brown, the gardens dead, the lettuce wilted,
Oh momma, you sit alone in your rockin' chair,
old farm woman with lots of work to share,
and another smoke, and shot of Jack, and I
just don't care.
I've just been too damn lazy lately,
this damn ole farms a dyin' and me going nowhere.

And someone baked a pie tonight, momma dear,
you almost nearly talked me into staying here.
A farmer all my life, nowhere to go, feelin' strife
Then the big city called my name,
Come see me, and play my games,
Farm boys are free to run, run away, far away,
run away to another day, bye bye.

I never knew just how hard it was on muggy nights,
This dried up farm a living hell, a noose around my neck,
stranglin' me, killin' me and my lifelong dreams.
Just a poor boy outsmarted again, it seems.
It's 4 o'clock in the morning!
and the cows are bawling to be milked,
guess it's up to me alone to do it, no one else will.

I so wanna walk down that farm to market road,
taking with me no more than one small load.
Gettin' far away from this dismal reality.
But they're coming in the morning, with
another truck for hauling hay.
Someone baked a pie tonight, someone baked a pie
tonight, someone baked a pie tonight, someone baked a pie tonight....
just to keep me here on this godforsaken farm.