He's got a heart made of yellow barley straw
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All wrapped up in calico patches
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And plum chuck full of love
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He looks out over the fields
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Every year's losses
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Every year's yields
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Every year's dreams
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A hundred bushels to an acre
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And tomorrow you know
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The bank is gonna come and take it
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Take it all away
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He got a letter in the mail
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It was only
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Why it was only yesterday
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But he just goes on believin'
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And you can't sow crops if the ground ain't even
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So he tills the soil
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He drills the seed till dawn
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His heart is made of yellow barley straw
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Barley straw
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Yellow Barley Straw
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
