Lyrics
The blood red sun beat down
And baked the red clay ground
And dust caked up around his John Deere wheels
No trace of rain in sight
Again he'd lose the fight
And have to watch his crops die in the fields
They stood there both in tears
His wife of many years
She said John you know I'd hate to lose our farm
He looked into her eyes
And looked up at the skies
And as he held her in his arms she heard him say
In my next life I want to be your hero
Something better than I turned out to be
I leave this life behind the plough and harrow
In my next life I'll make you proud of me
The muscles in his arms
Just like his run down farm
All withered up and slowly disappeared
One hard working man
Two hard working hands
Giving up after all these years
His aging eyes grew dim
And the lady that worshipped him
Sat crying on a chair beside his bed
Her hand caressed his brow
She said it's alright now
And as he slowly slipped away she heard him say
In my next life I want to be your hero
Something better than I turned out to be
I leave this life behind the plough and harrow
In my next life I'll make you proud of me
In my next life I want to be your hero
Something better than I turned out to be
I leave this life behind the plough and harrow
In my next life I'll make you proud of me
Yeah in my next life I'll make you proud of me