The chores are done
The tractor's locked inside the barn
The cows are grazing in the field
Horses in their stalls
Ma' is cooking up a meal
That reeks(?) from the dirt on my hands
It's on my hands

The sores and bumps on my body speak
Of the work that I've done
Such a long day
It'll be a long tomorrow
(is in our eyes)
Long day tomorrow
The day is warm in my blue jeans

(Bring the axe down
Bring the axe down)
(Sittin' up on the crooked fence)
Pull the hoe across the yard

Tip my hat to nothing in particular
Just glad to be so simple