Farmers planting seeds from dawn to dusk
how is your back as you bend all day
as your fingers become gnarled and dusty
and you're yet to see shoots and harvest hay

Farmers planting seeds from dawn to dusk
others work for gain seated and drive in cars
but it appears you dig and toil for just dry husks
with aching backs in cotton fields of woe and cares

Farmers planting seeds from dawn to dusk
stuck out in all weathers nose to the ground
unskilled labor needing no mind for the task
peasants irking morsels and no joys to be found

Farmers planting seeds from dawn to dusk
pain and fears in mediocre and mundane toils
feet and knees in pitiful decline and a life that *****
sorry, but rather you than me for i have expensive toys