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Alarm rings at one a.m., boots hit the floor
Trade my retail job for that truckin' chore
Quick meet at the yard, we lay out the plan
Check the rig, fire it up, I'm a beet-haulin' man
In beet season, I'm up when the world's still asleep
Rollin' heavy loads through the mud and the sleet
Twelve-hour grind, but the pay runs deep
In beet season, I'm workin' for the ones I keep
Out in the field, it's hurry up, get in line
Lifter drops the beets while the wheels still grind
Then it's straight to the plant where the long lines wait
With my buddies crackin' jokes at the yard gate
In beet season, I'm up when the world's still asleep
Rollin' heavy loads through the mud and the sleet
Twelve-hour grind, but the pay runs deep
In beet season, I'm workin' for the ones I keep
Rain makes it muddy, cold cuts like a knife
Some days too hot, that's the harvest life
But we push through the dark, through the weather and pain
Cause a few weeks of beets make a year's worth of gain
In beet season, I'm up when the world's still asleep
Rollin' heavy loads through the mud and the sleet
Twelve-hour grind, but the pay runs deep
In beet season, I'm workin' for the ones I keep
When the last load's hauled and the fields go bare
I'll head back to retail, but my heart stays there
In beet season, where the strong earn their keep
And the Red River runs with the roots we reap