C
F
The blood red sun beat down and baked the red clay ground
G7
C
Dust kicked up around his John Deere wheels
F
No trace of rain in sight again he’ll lose the fight
G7
C
And have to watch his crops die in the fields
F
They stood there both in tears his wife of many years
G7
C
Said John you know I hate to lose our farm
F
He looked into her eyes then looked up at the skies
G7
C
G7
And told her as he held her in his arms
C
F
In my next life I want to be your hero
G7
C
G7
Something better than I turned out to be
C
C7
F
I’ve lived this life behind the plough and harrow
G7
C
In my next life I’ll make you proud of me
F
The muscles in his arms just like his run down farm
G7
C
Soon withered up and slowly disappeared
F
One hard working man two hard working hands
G7
C
G7
Were giving up after all these years
C
F
His aging eyes grew dim and the lady that worshipped him
G7
C
Sat crying on a chair beside his bed
F
Her hands caressed his brow and she said it’s alright now
G7
C
And as he slowly slipped away he said
C
F
In my next life I want to be your hero
G7
C
G7
Something better than I turned out to be
C
C7
F
I’ve lived this life behind the plough and harrow
G7
C
In my next life I’ll make you proud of me
C
F
G7
C7
