Water table's higher than its been in 60 years
Its ten in the morning and I'm crackin' a beer
And I don't know if its pourin rain or pourin tears
Farmers at the Coop grumble 'bout the weather
In times like these we're all birds of a feather
Pour a cup of coffee and try to forget your fears.
Last year's harvest is all still layin'
Combines in the mud and everyone's prayin'
They won't need to use their towropes or their chains
Calves are dyin' in the soupy corral
And its only gettin' wetter as far as I can tell
Saturated ground's had about all it can take.
If the seeders could go that would be real nice
But its lookin' like we should all start seedin' rice
This moisture has got the prairiemen shakin' in their boots
A couple guys are going but they must be nuts
Either that or they must be making ruts
But everyone's got the mud boggin' blues.
Singer-songwriter Henry Parker puts his own spin on the classic sounds of '60s and '70s British folk on this wilderness-inspired new LP. Bandcamp New & Notable Nov 9, 2021