Karaoké In My Next Life Merle Haggard

The blood red sun beat down and baked the red clay ground

And dust kicked up around his John Deere wheels

No trace of rain in sight again he'll lose the fight

And have to watch his crops die in the fields

They stood there both in tears his wife of many years said John you know

I'd hate to lose our farm

He looked into her eyes then looked up at the skies

And told her as he held her in his arms

In my next life

I want to be your hero

Somethin' better than I turned out to be

I've lived this life behind the plough and harrow

In my next life

I'll make you proud of me

The muscles in his arms just like his rundown farm soon withered up and slowly disappeared

One hard workin' man two hard workin' hands were givin' up after all these years

His aging eyes grew dim and the lady that worshipped him sat cryin' on a chair beside his bed

Her hands caressed his brow and she said it's alright now

And as he slowly slipped away he said

In my next life

I want to be your hero

Somethin' better than I turned out to be

I've lived this life behind the plough and harrow

In my next life

I'll make you proud of me

In my next life

I want to be your hero

Somethin' better than I turned out to be

I've lived this life behind the plough and harrow

In my next life

I'll make you proud of me

In my next life

I'll make you proud of me