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You can't blame me none, I've waiting on the rain Did my dances, prayed my prayers, but hell it never came A quanset barn and a cotton farm, no water to irrigate A 4020 diesel and a half full anhydrous tank It's granddaddy's land and I got one more trick up my sleeve Going to save the farm in that quanset barn with a little southern chemistry Raining three days straight and the waters sinking through my soil I've got a batch I started up last week and I just can't let it spoil Word on that county road Mr. Carters on my trail If that southwestern wind it keeps blowing in hell they'll probably place my smell One more for that corner store and that's all I'll really need Then I'll call it quits, those late night shifts, cooking that high-speed feed The grass is looking green and I can see it for myself Twice a day, when they swing those gates and they finally ring that bell They tried to stick a dime on me, but a nickels all they could prove I sent that quanset up in flames when they finally made their move So if you're going to farm then turn your dirt and plant your seeds And don't you go grinding those teeth cooking that high-speed feed From Letras Mania