The Ballad Of John Vogelin

I survived the desperate toll dark depression takes

I may not break even but babe I'll never break

Golden coins and smiles no they cannot tip my scales

Cuz this land, this love will never be for sale

Brass hats and soldier boys whiskey on your breath

Drop your holy missiles you can take my body dead

Send me all your lightning storms your thunderheads and hail

Cuz this land, this love will never be for sale

(Yodeling)

Wild eyes they watch on me through the velvet night

Fire on the mountain you can burn me where I lie

Even though I'm dead now as an old and rusty nail

This land, this love will never be for sale