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    "The Farm"genre: New Country
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    CD: Life In Acoustics   Label: None
    Credits: Steve Jacklin

    Lyrics
    Momma take the breakfast dishes
    Put ‘em in the sink
    Papa’s going to the barn he said he has to think
    Lately all his memories are swallowed in a drink
    The mortgage’s due and we can’t pay the farm is on the brink

    ** But than we won’t have to feed the people anymore
    When they take away our tractors and they lock the silo doors
    The corn and wheat will all be shipped in from a foreign shore
    So now we won’t have to feed the people --- anymore


    Silence serves the supper table
    Papa reads the mail
    Two days left to pay what’s due an ordinary tale
    But tender can’t be made with drought and thirsty soil that fails
    Tomorrow might turn off the lights six empty faces wail

    **

    Lately everything we work so hard for
    Is going to the bank
    Papa sits and cleans his shotgun with a look that’s pale and blank
    Mamma’s always on her knees with prayers of hope and thanks
    Tomorrow may be judgment day so Lord I’ll just be frank

    **







    Momma take the breakfast dishes
    Put ‘em in the sink
    Papa’s going to the barn he said he has to think
    Lately all his memories are swallowed in a drink
    The mortgage’s due and we can’t pay the farm is on the brink

    ** But than we won’t have to feed the people anymore
    When they take away our tractors and they lock the silo doors
    The corn and wheat will all be shipped in from a foreign shore
    So now we won’t have to feed the people --- anymore


    Silence serves the supper table
    Papa reads the mail
    Two days left to pay what’s due an ordinary tale
    But tender can’t be made with drought and thirsty soil that fails
    Tomorrow might turn off the lights six empty faces wail

    **

    Lately everything we work so hard for
    Is going to the bank
    Papa sits and cleans his shotgun with a look that’s pale and blank
    Mamma’s always on her knees with prayers of hope and thanks
    Tomorrow may be judgment day so Lord I’ll just be frank

    **







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