100th Day of Drought

Well I heard the old rancher say
"It ain't rained in a hundred days"
And he sold his last cattle
A long time ago

And I wondered what it means
For the Ponderosa trees
And just how many more of them trees
We'll lose this summer

And then Walt wished it would rain
To hide his tears of pain
So he could go outside
And not have to explain

Then it occurred to me
That when nothing grows
There's nothing left to burn
How winter rains fuel summer fires

And now all the land will grow
Is cookie cutter homes
And the city spreads itself
Ever thin

And the press pretends not to know
Though I must admit my smile did grow
When the warm rancher chukled
"I guess we'll be drinkin' soda pop this summer"