Another day with a bucket of coal*

Another day where the sun just burns holes in my skin

Cause Texas in summer's all cinder and sin

And I'm stuck with this bucket of coal

But I know there's somebody somewhere

And he shouts and he shivers and he stares at the wind

And though the walls fight the weather the cold always wins

While I'm stuck with this bucket of coal

Another day with a wagon of stones

And my muscles are worn but my bones are all bored

Cause my castle casts shadows as long as the lord

While I drag this old wagon of stones

But I know there's somebody somewhere

And his house is in ruins and his hair floods the floor

But still hell and high water rise up from the shore

While I drag this old wagon of stones

Another day with a field full of hay

And the horses are fat but the days are all dead

Cause the sun sets the table while the soil bakes the bread

And I'm left with this field full of hay

But I know there's somebody somewhere

And his fields are so dusty they don't dare to unfold

So he plows a canal and plants wires on poles

And he falls to his knees and he calls from his soul

And he prays that the world's not just small but it's whole

Til a ship sails from Texas with hay and with stones and with coal