briars and brush in the sunset s hush there s never enough money but there s bees in the shed biting horse flies and wasps in the trough rolls of old fencing and bailing wire you don t need to cry there s no reason to cry sure it stings for a minute but it all goes by by beer in the fridge weed on the plate money down the sink and nothing in the bank popsicle sticks tears in the drive you re a pretty penny baby don t you cry you don t need to cry there s no reason to cry sure it stings for a minute but it all goes by by you don t need to cry there s no reason to cry sure it stings for a minute but it all goes by by shining in the sun a green water hose cottonmouth hanging round the watering hole sticky pine splitting in the heat ear to the wall and all you hear is bees traps and tack old paint cans next to cameo s bridle and all those bees in the shed you don t need to cry there s no reason to cry sure it stings for a minute but it all goes by by