Ten Thousand Buckets

(hummmmm) I scooped it up

from the dry creek bed

A little history,

a heavy lead

Just a bucket of

dirt in my hand

Knowing the math

of this dry land

There are ten thousand buckets of dirt in a ten acre field

Just holding up the secrets

that the clay won't yield

Ten thousand buckets of dirt,

heavy and deep

Waiting on a promise

that the rain's gonna keep

My father tilled it

till his back gave out

Fighting the stones

and the summer drought

Every handful's

got a story to tell

Of a dry-bone summer

and a dusty well

There are ten thousand buckets of dirt in a ten acre field

Just holding up the secrets

that the clay won't yield

Ten thousand buckets of dirt,

heavy and deep

Waiting on a promise

that the rain's gonna keep

Ten thousand buckets... (oh

yeah) Ten acres of dust (hummmmm)