Ride This Train (Part 8)

Ride this train let me show you a land of rolling hills and tall corn

A land of hard working people where rewards are often very small

This is Pella Iowa

My mother and father brought me here in 1847 we came from Cork Ireland

We had a potato famine over there and things had been pretty rough for us

I remember during the potato famine in Ireland I'd trail along at father's feet

And we'd try to find enough potatoes for a meal

And we'd take em back in to mother and she'd cook em coats and all

Well finally we gave up and somehow we made it to America

Well our new neighbors here in Pella loaned father oxen

And ploughs to make his first crop with

And you never saw taller corn that year than it was on our place

The next season why we were even lendin' out ploughs and oxen to other farms

That's the way it was here in the new land

Everybody helped everybody out if you got sick everybody came to visit

Even the doctor wouldn't take pay if he thought you couldn't afford it

But old Doc Brown was always there if you ever needed him