Well you can barely hear the train whistle blowin'
'cross the river tonight
The cow farmer's tryin' to get all of his hay in dry
But he can't tell the wind from the work
And he can't tell the sweat from his damn t-shirt
He feels the years start to roll by
As he spits on the ground and he looks up to the sky
It's always one thing after another
It looks like the treetops are turning to rubber
Man i guess it'll be a storm before morning light
But he like to sit and listen to the cold wind whine
And cookin' down a big old pot of mustard greens is his idea of a real nice time
Would you look at him his problems are simple
He just burns them up
It's just a little more smoke up the flue
After all its just
Gas and oil and blood and sweat
And chainsaw shavings through and through
Well he don't keep his slim earnings
Up in them big old scrapers
Where they'd like all of [the thinkers?]
Are living out their mobster fantasies
He keeps it all stuck up with a rubber band
Triple ziplock bagged in a coffee can
Buried on his own sweet soil
The only place in which he can depend
'cause it's always one thing after another
It always costs more and takes longer
And they'll always be a storm before morning light
But he like to sit and listen to the cold wind whine
And cookin' down a big old pot of mustard greens is his idea of a real nice time
And his problems are simple
He just burns them up
It's just a little more smoke up the flue
After all its just
Gas and oil and blood and sweat
And chainsaw shavings through and through
And out past the red river
Out where the road turns to gravel
Out where [?] race and time comes unraveled
He's out stacking firewood bark on the bottom
And keeps his saw sharp like his daddy taught 'im
'cause when there ain't no good living to make
Living good's the only choice left to take
It's always just one thing after another
He's got all of his butternuts down in the cellar
And he's ready for that storm before morning light
But he likes to sit and listen to the cold wind whine
And cookin' down a big old pot of mustard greens is his idea of a real nice time
Would you look at him his problems are simple
He just burns them up
It's just a little more smoke up the flue
After all its just
Gas and oil and blood and sweat
And chainsaw shavings through and through
After all its just
Gas and oil and blood and sweat
And chainsaw shavings through and through