With my hands on my hips
I looked back at the job that was just completed
All day in the field
Plowing and sowing
The suns beam was strong
There wasn't any wind
Just the hot glaring sun
My mouth was dry
Lips were parched
Back was tired
And my feet were aching
As I sighed and walked away
I was happy, pleased
And convinced
That life don't get no better than this