HAULING HAY(back in the day)

Lets gather up a field of hay
  'twas cut the day 'fore yesterday
  now it's raked and in the bales
  and scattered out in grassy swales

I'll gather friends both hale and stout
  see if they want a good workout
  'cause we're all young and like to feel
  our muscles work like corded steel

And when the work becomes too hard
  we'll take a break in farmer's yard
  while sipping water cold and chill
  we know there's work to be done, still

So toss that bale and drive that truck!
  we may even make a buck
  the heat may soak us all with sweat
  we're young, it doesn't faze us yet

We'll joke, and jeer, and curse, and shout
  untill the field is emptied out
  and throw the bales through open door
  until the barn will hold no more

The sun's moved low
  we're almost done
  the shadows stretch
  o're work grown fun

Now lets get paid(not near enough)
  we won't complain or get all gruff
  at least we've got a bit to spend
  now that the day's work is at end

I'll call my girl and ask her out
  to eat and maybe drive about
  and talk about each other's day
  all as result of hauling hay