In My Next Life

The blood-red sun beats down, it bakes the rich clay ground
The dust kicked up around the John Deere wheels
No trace of rain in sight, again he'll lose the fight
And have to watch the crops die in the field

They stood there, both in tears, his wife of many years
Said, "John, you know I hate to lose our farm"
He looked into her eyes and looked up at the sky
And told her as he held her in his arms

"In my next life, I want to be your hero
Something better than I turned out to be
But I lived this life behind the plow and harrow
But in my next life, I'll make you proud of me"

The muscles in his arms, just like that run-down farm
Soon withered and slowly disappeared
One hard-workin' man with two hard-workin' hands
Were giving up after all of these years

His aging eyes grew dim and the lady that worshipped him
Sat crying on the chair beside his bed
Her hands caressed his brow, she said, "It's all right now"
As he slowly slipped away, he said

"In my next life, I want to be your hero
Something better than I turned out to be
But I lived this life behind the plow and harrow
But in my next life, I'll make you proud of me"
In my next life, I want to be your hero
Something better than I turned out to be
But I lived this life behind the plow and harrow
But in my next life, I'll make you proud of me

In my next life, I'll make you proud of me
Good night, honey