DIRT FARMER

I am a dirt farmer

I farm the dirt

I eat all my earthworms

Straight out of the earth

I hold down a living

Pulled from the sky

I see it all coming

With my all-seeing eye

I am a dirt farmer

I sing with the rain

It gets rid of the mud

That resides in the brain

I don't worry my sorrows

Wherever they bloom

I've got things to plant

And I need the room

I am a dirt farmer

I work with the land

I live or I die

By the strength of my hands

My house, it grows mold

My car, it grows rust

When God turns his back

It's in dirt that I trust

When I die, carve my name

Into God's green earth

Let the dirt take me

And turn me to dust.