Drought

Back in the farming lands The dirt turned into sand Not a drop of water fell The drought came from hell The clouds overhead Just taunted them till they were dead A false since of hope The farmers had to cope But one farmer had a plan To escape the barren land He didn't know what it would take So he took of through the pines And left behind His hoe and rake Well little did he know It's not that easy to just go He had nowhere to work He was used to fertile dirt The sand beneath his feet Was the cause of his defeat Well he wasn't much on moving around But he's now the gypsy in town This one farmer had a plan To escape the barren land But he didn't know what it would take So he took off through the pines And left behind His hoe and rake