There’s a red dirt road off the beaten path. Off an old farm to market road, where the cotton used to grow. The fields are all grown up now with wheat grass and overgrown with stickers and careless weeds that suck the last drops of water from the soil that hasn’t been turned since the tractor broke a few years back. The government calls it CRP but mostly the men who used to farm that land just think it’s crap since the market fell out and the price is cheap.
There’s an old farm boy who never grew up who still hangs onto the land that his daddy owned, and he hopes that someday it will all come back and he kicks the tires and dreams of the good ol’ days when he used to drive into Lubbock. He would take his guitar to some college bar and sing his songs and people would dance and he would drink his beer and he had no fear and life was good and he thought that he would do things that nobody else ever could.
Oh how he wished he was more like his daddy was, how he worked hard all his life with just his strong back and little sleep.
Out there on that fallen farm where the sky is as big as Texas is wide he thinks hard about starting again.
And out of nowhere here comes the wind and there’s a trickle of water from and old windmill and the dirt fills his eyes and ears and he steps inside of an old metal barn. A big hoot owl takes a dive to catch a mouse with big wide eyes and the feathers fly.
He sucks in a big breath of air and life is good again if only for a time.
In his pocket he finds a dime and he pulls it out and heads or tails and he makes his wish and son of a bitch and its back to farmin’ again.
He knew that there was a lot to do and he’d never catch up and the sun was high.
Next year things will go his way and there’s groceries and bills to pay and he works hard to get where he is and he keeps on dreamin’ of his next big thing and life is good out on that land that his daddy owned and never owed a soul.
And on this farm that’s where he’d stay.
Life is hard out on the road when you go away and you never come home and when you do there’s plenty to take care of that you forget while you were away.
There’s time to work and time to play and don’t ever forget to pray.