Harvest Day

You’re an honest kind of lovable tongue

Like the smell of cinnamon and rum

But Honey you don’t have a filter

And money never mattered until today

Funny how laughter can go away

When the cents don’t add up to a single dollar

And it’s the wrong way

And the wrong day

But your daddy made you tough

For these long summers and livin’ rough

And it’s harvest day out on the farm

Feathers, blood and mason jars

This fruit we bare we’ve sewn

With our elbows and shoulders

I could tell you why we are who we are

But it’d take a few dozen hours

Just look around this didn’t happen in the month of May

It took a lifetime to make another harvest day

Well the cows need feedin’ and so do the hogs

Another dead hen thanks to the dogs

Another swarm has gone and left their tending momma

You sent me to town for a gallon of milk

I didn’t have the heart to tell you then

So I told you that I had just forgot it

Oh let this blade be sharp And the end come quick

‘Cause the truth is bloody but it puts wind to sails

And sails to ships