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 fields of sweat and tears Where we labored in love We cursed 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 bending 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 Staring 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 bending 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? --- Down on the Farm - Charley Pride