Farmer
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I had to leave the farm when I was fifteen
Too many miles for what we had
And I bummed my way through the coast
Things out there were just as bad
And the wind blows the topsoil to the sea
What's left is barren and grey
I came home to make my stand behind the plow
Odd jobs when the times got tight
The work faces me every morning
And the worry haunts me all the night
And the wind blows the topsoil to the sea
What's left is barren and grey
I can't bear to see kids starving on TV
Poor folks can't afford enough to eat
While the grain rots in storage won't feed the price
The market has no worries for what's right
And the wind blows the topsoil to the sea
What's left is barren and grey
When I'm dead the kids'll dump my ashes
Into the oil of our Atlas 53
And I'll live just as long as that tractor
And die when the rust carries me to the sea
And the wind blows the topsoil to the sea
What's left is barren and grey
These crops have gone from green to brown
My hair has gone from brown to grey
And the sun will surely shine upon these fields
And I won't kneel to pray for rain today
And the wind blows the topsoil to the sea
What's left is barren and grey