There goes Bobby Ray, Junior Pullin’ out of town Got his family in a U-Haul They’re all sunbelt bound Another farm abandoned They gave the land back to the wind The price of fuel went up, corn went down And I don’t think we’ll be seeing Bobby again It’s a hard country Last year the fields were all too wet to plow Hard country And this year they say that it looks like a drought But I can’t leave My roots go deep in this hard country I’ve got a friend got a job in the city Installing burglar alarms sponsored links He says he’s makin’ real good money But I can tell he misses the farm He calls to ask how the crops are doin’ I say we could use some rain Says his life is movin’ kinda fast And I tell him out here things are always the same Well the snow piles up in the winter And the bugs come out in June But somehow, it’s all worth it When I see that harvest moon