[Verse 1: Country-rap male MC, stompin' kick and snare, twangy overdriven guitar, steady country-rap flow] Three thousand bales on the low forty, cut and raked and dry Radio says a front is comin', black across the sky Got two wagons and a baler and a crew of seven hands Sweatin' since the dew burned off, nobody sits, everybody stands Dang, the clouds out west are stackin' like a wall of slate If that hay gets rained on, it's ruined, and we can't afford to wait Fixin' to load it faster than we ever loaded yet Twine is cuttin' through my gloves and I'm soakin' through with sweat [Verse 2: Country-rap male MC, heavy bass, faster country-rap bars] Four o'clock, the wind turns cold and the cottonwoods flip white Tommy's throwin' from the ground and I'm stackin' up the wagon tight Five o'clock, the first load's in, we run it to the loft Hay elevator rattlin' like a freight train, never off Thunder rollin' over yonder and we're countin' every row Twelve hundred left out on the ground and the dark sky starts to grow Ain't no time to talk about it, ain't no time to pray Only time to throw it up, boys, only time to make hay [Hook: Country-rap male MC, full band, big open country-rap anthem hook] Sun's still burnin' on the field, so we make hay today Every bale up in the loft is a winter we can pay Sky is turnin' black, but the sky gon' wait Throw it up, stack it high, and beat the rain to the gate [Verse 3: Della, female country-rap MC, runs the baler, sharp country-rap verse over stompin' drums] I been runnin' this baler since I was barely seventeen Knot it, kick it, tie it, chute it, every bale is clean Y'all can stack 'em pretty, I'mma make 'em hard and square Sixty bales an hour, boys, I don't stop to fix my hair Seen the front come over Miller's ridge at half past five Put that baler in a gear the dealer swore it wouldn't drive Twine snapped twice, I tied it with my teeth and kept it goin' Last row on the low forty and the wind is really blowin' You can talk about the clouds, I been talkin' to the sky Every bale I kick out is a word, and the word is not tonight [Bridge: Country-rap male MC, thunder roll, a long low thunder roll swells under the bridge and the drums land on the crack] Last bale, last bale, throw it on my shoulder Last bale, last bale, the wind is gettin' colder Up the elevator, up into the loft Door slams shut and the first drop lands soft Then the sky came open and it poured down like a flood And we stood out in it laughin', seven fools up to our boots in mud [Final Hook: Country-rap male MC with Della, full band, biggest open country-rap anthem hook] Sun's still burnin' on the field, so we make hay today Every bale up in the loft is a winter we can pay Sky is turnin' black, but the sky gon' wait Throw it up, stack it high, and beat the rain to the gate [End]
