Early in the morning
Fore the rooster crows
Long before the sun
Peaks through farm windows

They get an early jump
On the dawning of the day
To start in on the tilling
Of the red dirt clay

Like those long before
And those before them
Playing out their part
In Georgia life farming

Fighting off the yawns
As they make my way
To the open fields
Of the red dirt clay

Out to feed the world
Along with their families
Tossing out their cares
While tossing out the seed

This ain't to say
Life is a piece of cake
It can be as hard
As the red dirt clay

Sometimes there ain't no choice
When life chooses for you
No need to raise your voice
You do what you have to do

Year after year
Down to each new day
As an honest life is made
In the red dirt clay