Sure it's hot up on this tractor
Out here in this dusty field
I prayed for rain but it don't matter
It just ain't in God's will
My crops are low
My cattle's skinny
My kids can work but they ain't grown
I raised them up in the land of plenty
Now they eat til it's all gone
Is this how it's supposed to be
Days of famine, grief, and strife
Fame and fortune tempt my family
But apples don't excite my wife
Well Adam hid out in the garden
Knowing what he'd done was wrong
Naked with the woman
Sorry, as the snake she blamed it on
Now money is the root
But eat the fruit and it will end your life
It's better for a man to die alone
Than by a wicked wife
Is this how it's supposed to be
Times are tough but we are too
If you try to cross my family
I'll put you on your belly too
Yeah, is this how it's supposed to be
Days of famine, grief, and strife
Fame and fortune tempt my family
But apples don't excite my wife
No, it don't excite my wife
