Country and Eastern

TWANG

The rains didn't come

Just this blistering sun

Paddy fields are dry

You can hear the farmer cry

Is there any pain worse

Is it the Gods bringin' a curse

I'm staring at hollow eyes

I'm starin' at simple lives

The earth sweats from the heat

There ain't much to eat

Each day ticks like a clock

Each step heavy like a rock