© Chris Tedesco 
Farmers Market Music
VERSE 1 
Wheatfields dance to 
the prairie wind 
Sky turns dark as the rain rolls in, it’s a hundred and one degrees in the shade 
Eighteen wheels on a 
twelve-hour ride 
makin’ my livin’ in between the white lines, call the wife and kids, [bad word]  home
Family friends and values, that’s the life that 
we sought out 
That’s our American dream, and here’s what it’s all about [bad word] 
It’s about a small town set against a wide open sky 
It’s about puttin’ my son on my shoulders, to watch a parade pass by 
It’s about wind chimes singin’ in a summer breeze
Folks wave flags ‘cause they’re proud to be free 
That’s country, my way
VERSE 2 
Times got tough back in eighty nine 
The rain didn’t stop ‘till it came waist high, memories floated away down river road 
The ones who were spared 
came to lend a hand, 
with their hammers and their nails and their bags of sand 
saving what they could from the rising tide
Well we’ve made it through the hard times, through the twisters floods and droughts 
Preserving our way of life, and here’s what it’s all about [bad word] BRIDGE 
Then one of our local boys, got called to serve his land 
His face was on the evening news, caught in 
the enemy’s hands 
Yellow ribbons of faith and hope, tied ‘round every tree 
nation came together, 
we became one family 
And then when he stepped off that plane, he was 
back where he belonged 
nations prayers were answered, a hero [bad word] home
To a small town set against 
a wide open sky 
My youngest on my shoulders, to see a hero in real life 
With the wind chimes singin’ in the summer breeze 
Folks wavin’ flags ‘cause they’re proud to be free 
That’s country, my way
Yea that’s country 
The American way, my way