This song reminds me of a job I had when I was a teen. The lady that owned the big farm across the field hired me to dig through piles and piles of manure in order to find the jewels her husband had thrown into the cattle troughs. She had about a hundred cows. He got mad at her and dumped her entire jewelry box into the troughs. Some stuff was from her great great grandmother's time. I'd come home covered in muck and smelling really bad. Couldn't quit til I found every piece or I wouldn't get paid a bonus. My granddad was nice enough to give me an old metal detector he bought a pawn shop. Listening to this song makes me remember what he said about not needing to get covered in it. Not every cow pie was going to be holding jewels, but something about the people in this song says they were worth something, but it was tough to see covered in all the muck. Sad stuff.
This song reminds me of a job I had when I was a teen. The lady that owned the big farm across the field hired me to dig through piles and piles of manure in order to find the jewels her husband had thrown into the cattle troughs. She had about a hundred cows. He got mad at her and dumped her entire jewelry box into the troughs. Some stuff was from her great great grandmother's time. I'd come home covered in muck and smelling really bad. Couldn't quit til I found every piece or I wouldn't get paid a bonus. My granddad was nice enough to give me an old metal detector he bought a pawn shop. Listening to this song makes me remember what he said about not needing to get covered in it. Not every cow pie was going to be holding jewels, but something about the people in this song says they were worth something, but it was tough to see covered in all the muck. Sad stuff.