He's got a heart made of yellow barley strawAll wrapped up in calico patchesAnd plum chuck full of loveHe looks out over the fieldsEvery year's lossesEvery year's yieldsEvery year's dreamsA hundred bushels to an acreAnd tomorrow you know The bank is gonna come and take itTake it all awayHe got a letter in the mailIt was onlyWhy it was only yesterday But he just goes on believin'And you can't sow crops if the ground ain't evenSo he tills the soilHe drills the seed till dawnHis heart is made of yellow barley strawBarley straw