the chores are donenthe tractor's parked inside the barnnthe cows are grazing in the fieldnhorses in their stallsnma's cooking up a mealnthat reeks(?) from the dirt on my handsnit's on my handsnnthe sores and bumps on my body speaknof the work that i've donensuch a long daynit'll be a long tomorrown(is in our eyes)nlong day tomorrownthe day is warm in my blue jeansn(bring the axe downnbring the axe down)n(sittin up on the crooked fence)npull the hoe across the yardntip my hat to nothing in particularnjust glad to be so simple