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?