Briars and brush in the sunset's hush
There's never enough money, but there's bees in the shed
Biting horse flies and wasps in the trough
Rolls of old fencing and bailing wire

You don't need to cry
There's no reason to cry
Sure, it stings for a minute
But it all goes by, by

Beer in the fridge, weed on the plate
Money down the sink and nothing in the bank
Popsicle sticks, tears in the drive
You're a pretty penny, baby, don't you cry
You don't need to cry
There's no reason to cry
Sure, it stings for a minute
But it all goes by, by

You don't need to cry
There's no reason to cry
Sure, it stings for a minute
But it all goes by, by

Shining in the sun, a green water-hose
Cottonmouth hanging round the watering hole
Sticky pine splitting in the heat
Ear to the wall and all you hear is bees
Traps and tack, old paint cans
Next to Cameo's bridle and all those bees in the shed

You don't need to cry
There's no reason to cry
Sure, it stings for a minute
But it all goes by, by