Butch Hancock - Dry Land Farm lyrics

there's thunderstorms buildin up over on the county line all the neighborin farms got rain but I never get a drop on mine you might think a little ol' summer breeze couldn't do nobody harm but it burns like a blazin blowtorch when you're livin on a DRY LAND FARM when the west wind comes blowin…the sand comes blowin too and I must say a mouthful is more than I can chew I swallered a gallon for every acre and God knows it hurt but it ain't as bad as the trouble I had breakin up that dry land farm now the politician says to the farmer you're the backbone of the land and the irrigatin farmer says… thank you sir I'll eat right outta your hand and your average automobile has air conditionin when it's warm yeah things are cool for everybody but the man on the DRY LAND FARM now if I had my wicked way in this equally wicked world I'd build a garden-of-eden for every boy and girl but I'd take our two-faced president and I'd grab him by the arm stick him out in the middle of the desert and make him work on a DRY LAND FARM