End of the Day
The day’s done - thank the Lord for that.
Maybe I’ll get a few quiet hours in the barn before tomorrow’s grind begins again.
They near worked me to the bone today - haulin’ wagons all morning, then standin’ in the milkin’ shed ‘til sundown.
Gave enough milk, I reckon, to stay outta trouble for the night.
I know why they ain’t washed me down yet - that ain’t by accident.
Soon the bulls’ll come… they seem to fancy us dirty, sweat and dust and all.
Then, when all’s said and done, they’ll chain me back in my pen.
Strange thing is… I almost look forward to the silence.
