The Blood Red Sun Beat Down And Baked The Red Clay Ground

Dust Kicked Up Around His John Deere Wheels

No Trace Of Rain In Sight A-gain He'll Lose The Fight

And Have To Watch His Crops Die In The Fields



They Stood There Both In Tears --- His Wife Of Many Years

Said John You Know I Hate To Lose Our Farm

He Looked Into Her Eyes Then Looked Up At The Skies

And Told Her As He Held Her In His Arms



In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero

Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be

I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow

In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me



The Muscles In His Arms Just Like His Run Down Farm

Soon Withered And Slowly Disap-peared

One Hard Workin' Man --- Two Hard Workin' Hands

Were Givin' Up After All These Years



His Aging Eyes Grew Dim And The Lady That Worshipped Him

Sat Cryin' On A Chair Beside His Bed

Her Hands Caressed His Brow And She Said It's Alright Now

And As He Slowly Slipped Away He Said



In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero

Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be

I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow

In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me



In My Next Life I Want To Be Your Hero

Somethin' Better Than I Turned Out To Be

I've Lived This Life Behind The Plough And Harrow

In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me



In My Next Life I'll Make You Proud Of Me