Songwriters: CHRIS KNIGHT, CRAIG WISEMAN
The road ain't looked this good to me 
In a couple of months or so 
I've been breaking ground, heading down 
hard road to hoe 

I've been farming dreams but I ain't seen 
No harvest in L.A. 
But there's time enough to win her back 
I can't waste another day 

farmer I was born and a farmer I will die 
I want to plant my heels in a fertile field 
And dry Rebecca's eyes 

Well I couldn't work that desert dirt 
And I thought my dreams were gone 
But dreaming keeps on driving me 
little further on, yeah, a little further on 

And all that time in California 
It was just a waste of seed 
I left everything I cared for 
Neglected in the weeds 

But my love for sweet Rebecca 
Just keeps growing on and on 
And it's time, I bring the harvest home 

Well I called Rebecca just last night 
And I broke right down and cried 
As soon as I heard her sweet voice 
Across the great divide 

And in my dreams the grass was green 
On Sunset Boulevard 
But eleven hundred miles from now 
I'll wake up in her arms, yeah, back home on the farm 

And all that time in California 
It was just a waste of seed 
I left everything I cared for 
Neglected in the weeds 

But my love for sweet Rebecca 
Just keeps growing on and on 
And it's time, I bring the harvest home 

Yeah, my love for sweet Rebecca 
Just keeps growing on and on 
And it's time, I bring the harvest home 
Bring the harvest home, bring the harvest home.