It breaks my heart to see bare earth
          When the pastures should be green.
          Its so bloody dry it makes me cry
          When I think what might have been.
     
          Cattle fat and lazy 
          Daily ask me why
          There's only dry weeds growing,
          Well, look up at the sky.
     
          We need to see  some clouds up there,
          Dark clouds of sombre hue,
          Not the clear skies that we've got,
          They're always that dusty blue.
     
          I'll have to sell  the cattle
          The big ones and the small,
          Now the grass is all but gone;
          I just can't feed them all..
     
          Will the money from the selling
          Be enough to pay all debts,
          Or will I just up and leave the farm?
          I haven't decided yet.
     
          I owe the bank
          I owe the store
          Don't know what to do;
          Can't think  any more.
     
          I guess I'll have to find a job
          To support the wife and kid;
          Dad lived well while on the farm,
          Outside work he never did.
     
          Depression is a lousy thing,
          I thought I'd end my life,
          That would just be too unfair
          To my long suff'ring wife.
     
          So I'll get a job, no matter what,
          Ignore all that nagging pain,
          Re-assess my way of living,
          See what dreams remain.