WIFE WHO WORKS IN TOWN - Song Page
© words & music by Annie Wilson 
from CD Sky & Water, Wind & Grass

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.

This song won Second Place in Other 2014 in the Walnut Valley NewSongs  songwriting contest.

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LYRICS: 

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