Well it's another hot day
In Lena, Mississippi
Evan played the harmonica
And the old people sang
Some are laughin', some are cryin'
Most are still relyin' on the old, damn tar

Yeah, in Shannon County
No one's short of work today
There ain't no use to
Since they took our dignity and ran away
Well who we are
And what we achieve
When it comes to grips with that
And the madness someone believe
In Shannon County

Here in the Midwest
Farm prices are at a slow burn
Well I know it ain't my fault
So I reckon it must be my turn
Aimless days
Empty future
Bruised optimism
You know we ain't no quitters here in the county

Just keep a talkin'
Do you know what I mean?
You can keep all your big deals
Don't take away our reason to believe
We've worked on your field
And ran from father's reach
Sent soldiers to your war
And peace signs keep our dream
We'll just keep on talkin', yeah