In My Next Life

The blood red sun beat down, and baked the red clay ground

And dust kicked up around these John Deere wheels

No trace of rain in sight, again to lose the fight

And have to watch his crops die in the fields

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

Chorus:

But in my next life, I wanna be your hero

Somethin’ better than I turned out to be

I’ve lived this life, behind the plow and hay row

But in my next life I’ll make you proud of me

The muscles in his arms, just like his run down farm

Soon withered up and slowly disappeared

One hard workin man, two hard workin hands

Were givin’ up after all these years

His aging eyes grew dim, and the lady that worshipped him

Sat cryin’ on a chair beside his bed

Her hands caressed his brow, and she said it’s alright now

And as he slowly slipped away he said

Chorus:

In my next life, I wanna be your hero

Somethin’ better than I turned out to be

I’ve lived this life, behind the plow and hay row

But in my next life I’ll make you proud of me

Repeat Chorus:

In my next life, I wanna be your hero…