Lyrics

McLauchlan Dusty old farmer out working your fields Hanging down over your tractor wheels The sun beatin' down turns the red paint to orange And rusty old patches of steel There's no farmer songs on that car radio Just cowboys, truck drivers and pain Well this is my way to say thanks for the meal And I hope there's no shortage of rain Straw hats and old dirty hankies Moppin' a face like a shoe Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real From a kid from the city to you The combines gang up, take most of the bread Things just ain't like they used to be Though your kids are out after the American dream And they're workin in big factories Now If I come on by, when you're out in the sun Can I wave at you just like a friend These days when everyone's taking so much There's somebody giving back in Straw hats and old dirty hankies Moppin' a face like a shoe Thanks for the meal here's a song that is real From a kid from the city to you