Lyrics:

My hands are as cracked as an August field,
Burned in the sun for a hundred years,
Furrows so deep you could hide yourself,
Ain't plantin' cotton no more this year,
I'll just sit on the porch with my eagle eye,
Watch for a change in the breeze,
Roads are as stright as a shotgun barrel,
Long as a bullet can see.

You know hot it gets in Mississippi,
You know how dry it gets in the summer sun,
The dust clouds swirl all down the Delta,
I just hope that I don't die before the harvest comes

Black clouds gathering at the edge of town,
But no rain's gonna fall on us,
Bones? rise and fall in a distant field,
Earth takes a beating for all of us,
I thought I heard the engine of death up ahead?
It was only the crop duster spray?
Bones? rise and fall like the beating of wings,
Lord send us fleeting/ creeping? away?

You know hot it gets in Mississippi,
You know how dry it gets in the summer sun,
The dust clouds swirl all down the Delta,
I just hope that I don't die before the harvest comes