In Hay fields and open waters
Clearin brush or workin land
He tends sheep atop high mountain top
drives herd through Rio Grande
Rests briefly, in the clover
for a chew
his only friend
Red Man
And the heartache's never over
for a hard drivin man
Fishing nights in open waters
His achin body works it's plan
Pushes hard til arms fall out their shoulders
just like a well cooked ham
There'll be no respite til sun up
then schools come in again
No peaceful sleep forthcomin
for a hard drivin man
He's out waterin the horses
flaggin balls for sports Grand Slam
Slings the hash on chain gang road crew
Pays his debt to Uncle Sam
In this Hell he finds no solace
In what is God's master plan
Another day of bone break work
for a hard drivin man.
So, when you see him on the highways
over windswept sea or sand
Show him loving kindness
He built the towns you're livin in
Paved the roads you tramp all over
his dusty trail has no end
and the heartache's never over
for a hard drivin man
and the heartache's never over
for one hard drivin man
Buddy Bee Anthony
Buddy Bee Anthony
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