Lyrics

He left the city at the crack of dawn
Pointed west, turned the radio on
Found a station on the AM dial
turned up the farm report at the top of the hour
Said how the prices would keep going down
but maybe by next year they'd turn back around

Welcome to next year country where the prices are high
The bushels will flow and the dirt won't be dry
In next year country the bills will get paid
the grass will stay green and there'll be lots of hay
'cause last year the hoppers, they ate all the bread
and this year we're just hanging on by a thread
Welcome to Next Year Country

As the city grew small in his rear view mirror
the pull of the prairie was getting much clearer
The weatherman said there was no rain in sight
The crops they were dying, on his left and on his right
"God", he said "Could you please send down some rain
there's so much to lose, and we've so much to gain"

Welcome to next year country where the prices are high
the bushels will flow and the dirt won't be dry
In next year country the bills will get paid
the grass will stay green and there'll be lots of hay
'Cause last year the hoppers ate all the bread
and we're still trying to get out of the red
Welcome to Next Year Country
Welcome to Next Year Country

Where the final result is beyond your control
and all you've got left is the hope in tomorrow

Welcome to next year country where the prices are high
the bushels will flow and the dirt won't be dry
In next year country the bills will get paid
The grass will stay green and there'll be lots of hay
'Cause year after year, you put up the fight
to get to next year, to be alright

Welcome to Next Year Country
Welcome to Next Year Country
It ain't easy in Next Year Country
'cause there's always next year...