Another day with a bucket of coal* Another day where the sun just burns holes in my skin Cause Texas in summerâs all cinder and sin And Iâm stuck with this bucket of coal But I know thereâs somebody somewhere And he shouts and he shivers and he stares at the wind And though the walls fight the weather the cold always wins While Iâm stuck with this bucket of coal Another day with a wagon of stones And my muscles are worn but my bones are all bored Cause my castle casts shadows as long as the lord While I drag this old wagon of stones But I know thereâs somebody somewhere And his house is in ruins and his hair floods the floor But still hell and high water rise up from the shore While I drag this old wagon of stones Another day with a field full of hay And the horses are fat but the days are all dead Cause the sun sets the table while the soil bakes the bread And Iâm left with this field full of hay But I know thereâs somebody somewhere And his fields are so dusty they donât dare to unfold So he plows a canal and plants wires on poles And he falls to his knees and he calls from his soul And he prays that the worldâs not just small but itâs whole Til a ship sails from Texas with hay and with stones and with coal