Winter Wheat Lyrics - Kind Hearted Woman - Michelle Shocked

I seem to have lost my patience 

Waiting for the clouds of dust the custom cutters bring 

The foreman called to say, he would be here any day 

With his convoy of threshing machines 

Now what would make a man make a promise he can't keep? 

A custom cutter crew could clear this harvest in a week 

While me on my John Deere would take more than a year 

To lay down this harvest of winter wheat 

Winter, winter wheat 

The grain is groaning on the stem 

When the custom cutter comes and the harvest is in 

Perhaps I'll find my patience again 

I allow as how I have my own frustrations 

I was counting on this crop to lay my mortgage down 

And I admit that there's a limit to my patience 

But damn it all to hell, they should have been here by now