The Grain Belt Blues lyrics

Way out on the plains where the air is sweet

And the earth is rich for the seedling wheat

A man can hurt his back, but never his soul

A good sweet earth can keep a man whole

Oh the sun can blister and the hail can pound

And the blizzard rage or the rivers flood the ground

That man may cry bitter tears, but still, he'll stay

He knows Mother Nature has some blues to play

The grain belt blues, the grain belt blues

C'mon you crops we need new shoes

We got to get to mill and grind it just right

Or there won't be any bread for supper tonight

Yes, the spring will come and he'll plow once more

He'll work that ground till his body is sore

Why does he work, what is it for

He knows he'll win when they add up the score

Then one fine day, the grain will be ripe

He can smoke after supper, good tobacco in his pipe

He knows it's a bumper, he'll have cash to spend

The grain belt blues will come to an end

Writers: Peggy Lee, Milt Raskin,Bill Schugler