Lyrics

It's always on his hands, always on his mind
That little piece of land gets all his time
Always on his clothes, and the kitchen floor
I just live with the stain, and sweep it under the rug anymore

It's why we'll never leave, and why he's always gone
Oh, he sure worships the ground that I walk on
I'm always second best, because the crops come first
It's why we're so blessed
But for once I wish he'd treat me like dirt

When the wheat fields call, he's there in no time flat
Well, it would sure be nice if he ran to me like that
He can hear corn grow, and the creeks run dry
But when I'm in his arms, he don't hear me cry

It's why we'll never leave, and why he's always gone
Oh, he sure worships the ground that I walk on
I'm always second best, because the crops come first
It's why we're so blessed
But for once I wish he'd treat me like dirt

It's why we'll never leave, and why he's always gone
Oh, he sure worships the ground that I walk on
I'm always second best, because the crops come first
It's why we're so blessed
But for once I wish he'd treat me like dirt

Oh, for once I wish he'd treat me like dirt