Hay Days

Since 53’ he’s called me poppin’ Johnny Since the first day I arrived on this farm We’ve turned a lot-a-ground into a little money Stacked a million bales in that ol’ A-frame barn I’ve seen mile long days, last through the night But there ain’t no better place I could live my life Man, you should-a seen me; yeah you should have seen us Cutting them turn rows and kicking up that Franklin County dust My green paint would shine when he’d wash the dirt away Now I’m showing my age, but man you should-a seen me Back in my hay days Well he parked that horse drawn rake the day he bought me Put his trust in me to carry a heavy load Well, I was proud to pull my weight and he was proud to drive me So for years and years round and round we’d go Oh but about mid-day he’d let me rest a while Take that short lunch break in the shade of my back tire Yeah you should have seen me; yeah you should have seen us Cutting them turn rows and kicking up that Franklin County dust My green paint would shine when he’d wash the dirt away Now I’m showing my age, but man you should have seen me Back in my hay days Now a days I spend my time underneath this white oak tree Right beside that old rake disappearing in the weeds And somewhere our best friend is out here buried just like us Ashes to ashes, steel to rust But you should have seen me; you should have seen us Cutting them turn rows and kicking up that Franklin County dust Well my green paint don’t shine no more and all my yellow has faded away Yeah I’m showing my age, but man you should have seen me Back in my hay days Yeah we’re showing our age, but man you should have seen us Back in our hay days, Back in my hay days.