Charley Pride "Down on the Farm" |
Looking back a hundred years On daughters and sons of the land Who're standing here holding a fistful of dirt Watching it slip through my hands. See the field of sweat and tears Where we labored in love We cussed the wind and we prayed for rain But never thought of giving it up. Oh, down on the farm Oh, somebody's dreams are ending When a way of life can be auctioned off There's more than one fence that needs mending. It looks like to me this country still needs A muscle and two strong arms If we can send a man up to the moon We can keep a man down on the farm. Starring out of this factory window Trying to make sense of it all I remember on this very spot corn standing ten feet tall America, America, who do we blame it on? It was only the family fund, who really cares if it's gone. Oh, down on the farm Oh, somebody's dreams are ending When a way of life can be auctioned off There's more than one fence that needs mending. It looks like to me this country still needs A muscle and two strong arms If we can send a man up to the moon We can keep a man down on the farm. America, America, who do we blame it on?... Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |