Skinner's Farm
Weeds, seeds, tractors, and deeds
dirt on hands, mud on jeans, mother
nature giving way to this farnland
my family has made.
Cattle, pigs, grain, and
rye wheat, and barley
I question why.
Corporate take overs,
goverments greed is
ruining this county,
and the farmers creed
to feed the hungry
families.
So whats to come
from years of sweat,
of working ones body
almost to death.
Building a farm
from beginning to
end dusk to dawn
never seem to end.
Family traditions,
generations gone
by, to be a farmer
now one can't
survive.
So, throw in the
seeds, tractors,
and deeds, dirt
on hands, mud on
jeans give up
trying let it be,
when it died it
took a part of me.
.
dirt on hands, mud on jeans, mother
nature giving way to this farnland
my family has made.
Cattle, pigs, grain, and
rye wheat, and barley
I question why.
Corporate take overs,
goverments greed is
ruining this county,
and the farmers creed
to feed the hungry
families.
So whats to come
from years of sweat,
of working ones body
almost to death.
Building a farm
from beginning to
end dusk to dawn
never seem to end.
Family traditions,
generations gone
by, to be a farmer
now one can't
survive.
So, throw in the
seeds, tractors,
and deeds, dirt
on hands, mud on
jeans give up
trying let it be,
when it died it
took a part of me.
.
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