Rayado Land

Rayado land, Rayado land
Upon thy fertile ground we stand,
We gaze across thy burning plains
And pray to God to send the rains.

Our horses are the finest race
Starvation stares them in the face,
Our chickens are too poor to eat
They scratch their toes right off their feet.

We hve no wheat, we have no oats
We have no corn to feed our goats
But with a smile upon our lips
We gather up the buffalo chips.

Upon this land we have to stay
We're too darn poor to move away
Rayado land so fertile and rich
We think you are a (pause for one beat) honey.

Rayado land, Rayado land
Upon thy fertile ground we stand,
We gaze across thy flooded plains
And pray to God to end the rains.

Our horses are the finest race
They have to swim from place to place
Our chickens are too poor to eat
They have no webs upon their feet.

We have no wheat, we have no oats
We cannot harvest then in boats
But with a smile upon our lips
We stand in mud up to our hips.

Upon this land we have to stay
We have no boats to move away
Rayado land so fertile and rich
We think you are (pause for one beat) honey.