Album Note: I can’t explain all the economic and technological forces that have transformed the family farm from the classic husband-wife team to the lone husband and absentee-commuter wife. I just know on most farms & ranches today, that’s what it’s become.
We say we love the farmer He’s the truest guy around But to keep that farmer going There’s a wife who works in town . . .
She’s a teacher or a waitress Gives a haircut you can trust She’s a clerk down at the feed store Twice a day she drives the bus She’s a pediatric nurse and Helps bring babies in the world Then at night she’s pullin calves Just like a genuine cowgirl
Oh the farm life looks romantic Til the tractor’s broken down So to pay that big repair bill There’s the wife who works in town
While her husband’s sortin cattle And deciding which to sell She’s in trapped behind a counter With the customer from hell She’s waitin for the weekend When she’ll finally get outside On her horse or in her garden Out beneath the open sky
Her mom stayed on the farm to work Back in the simpler days But-now family farms can’t make enough To keep the wolf away
So her husband works all by himself Though he needs a helping hand She worries that he might get hurt Alone out on the land But-she leaves home in the dark each day To make that big long drive She’s haulin kids and dodging deer No time to wonder why
They need that steady paycheck When-the market price is down For the years of flood or drought times There’s the wife who works in town
She’s a teacher or a waitress Gives a haircut you can trust She’s a clerk down at the feed store Twice a day she drives the bus She’s trapped behind the counter, But she mustn’t wear a frown Though-her heart’s out in the country, She’s the wife who works in town