To cover the cost of farmin’.
She’s tight as a new hat band.
I need to buy a new baler,
She figgers out if we can.
I spend all day in the pickup,
She’s in the office all day
Just talkin’ with the SCS
Or checkin’ the price of hay
Or dealin’ with the accountants
And keepin’ the banker straight.
I might be cleanin’ a ditch out
Or hangin’ a rusty gate
She fills out all the blasted forms
The government makes us keep.
She reads those regulations
’Til she’s fightin’ ’em in her sleep.
Me, I go to sleep a’dreamin’ of bulls
And barns and sales,
She’s dreamin’ the inventory
Or estimatin’ bales
She still finds time to bake a pie
Between her business deals
And I keep busy all the time
Just greasin’ squeaky wheels.
I told my wife that we should think
’Bout gettin’ a hired man.
Runnin’ a farm ain’t easy;
Good managers need a plan.
She agreed that it weren’t easy
To manage and keep abreast
“But, why,” she asked, “Get a hired
man? I’ve already got the best.” 
