Six-year Drought Lyrics - James Mcmurtry

I guess you had your reasons 

For the way you used to be 

Dont why I couldnt please you 

You just never had much faith in me 

Theres fine dust in the tire ruts now 

Along the old feed road 

Theyre workin on a six year drought 

Just so you know 

I can pull my weightI can hold my own 

I can sling that blade all summer long 

Til the thistles fall And the pastures clear 

And the works all done for another year 

I can hold my own 

The world was like a distant storm 

I could feel it on the breeze 

But it made so little difference here 

Just a whisper in the trees 

Mending fence for room and board 

Was mostly all Id done 

For I was still a prisoner here 

In 1961 

The sucker rod on the windmill creaks 

Now and then you hear a car 

Theres thunderheads across the southern sky 

But they wont get this far 

Theres red ants by the graveyard gate 

Theyre nearly all that moves 

And they carry on despite this heat 

I bet youd tell me what that proves 

Theres fine dust in the tire ruts now 

The creeks no longer run 

But I am just a visitor here 

The drought wont hurt me none