The blood red sun beat down and baked the red clay ground   Dust kicked up around his John Deere wheels   No trace of rain in sight, again he'll lose the fight   And have to watch his crops die in the fields      They stood there both in tears, his wife of many years   Said John, "You know I hate to lose our farm"   He looked into her eyes then looked up at the skies   And told her as he held her in his arms      "In my next life, I want to be your hero   Somethin' better than I turned out to be   I've lived this life behind the plough and harrow   In my next life, I'll make you proud of me"      The muscles in his arms just like his run down farm   Soon withered up and slowly disappeared   One hard workin' man, two hard workin' hands   Were givin' up after all these years      His aging eyes grew dim and the lady that worshiped him   Sat cryin' on a chair beside his bed   Her hands caressed his brow and she said it's alright now   And as he slowly slipped away, he said      "In my next life, I want to be your hero   Somethin' better than I turned out to be   I've lived this life behind the plough and harrow   In my next life, I'll make you proud of me"      "In my next life, I want to be your hero   Somethin' better than I turned out to be   I've lived this life behind the plough and harrow   In my next life, I'll make you proud of me   In my next life, I'll make you proud of me"