I am a mid-west farmer
I make a livin' off the land
I ride a John Deere tractor
I'm a liberated man
But the rain hasn't fallen
Since the middle of July
And if it don't come soon my crops will die
The bank man says he likes me
But there's nothin' he can do
He tells me that he's comin'
But the clouds are comin' too
He ain't my friend
And I'll ride again