Come Bail The Hay
Written by Todd Fouts
To the tune of Come Sail Away, written by Dennis DeYoung
I'm bailing the hay
But working in the fields ain't my cup of tea
'Cause I've got to be free
Free to face the life
That's ahead of me
Oh, Lord, I'm exhausted
And I'm so bored
Can't wait til the sunset
To hop in my Ford
And I'll try
Oh, Lord, I'll try
To carry on
I look to the fields
Reflections in the hay
Are so hard to see
Cause sweat is clouding my eyes
And I can hardly see
What's ahead of me
We'll search for some rest here
Under this tree
But it's so hard to rest here
'Cause I've got to pee
But we'll try
Best that we can
To carry on
A gathering of blisteres
Appeared on my fingers
They brought to me such agony
And the pain it ever lingers
Please come bail the hay
Come bail the hay
Come bail the hay with me
Come bail the hay
Come bail the hay with me...
I thought that they were blisters
But to my surprise
They turned into hard callouses
And silenced all my cries
Oh, come bail the hay
Come bail the hay
Come bail the hay with me
Come bail the hay
Come bail the hay with me...
Interpretation
I grew up on a farm. What did you expect?
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