| Dry Land (The Farmer's song) (D. Jacombs)Written after touring Marlborough in the long hot drought of 1997/98. I just wrote down what was happening and made it rhyme. I was worried that the piano riff was borrowed from Randy Newman's Mr President Have Pity On The
Working Man so I checked it out and it seemed fine. It was only after recording it that I realised that I was thinking of a different mid-70s song of his, and it was indeed very similar. Too late. Thanks Randy, and sorry. All my life I've been a farmer
Before that I was a farmer's son
Work in the fields from the early morning light
And take pride in my family when the day is done
Always go to church on Sunday
To thank the Lord for the bounty he supplies
But then 6 months ago the rain stopped falling
And the streams and the rivers ran dry CHORUS Now there's dry land, dry land
Dry land, as far as I can see
Dry land, Dry land
Lord, I just don't understand the things you do for me Now the boys from the army are doing what they can
But we had to sell off half the stock before it died
And some patronising fool from the government came down here
And told the whole country how much he sympathised
We held a service in an open field
And people came from miles around to pray on the land
But last night I just went out alone to the barn
And sat there with my head in my hands CHORUS
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