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WHAT’S A FARM TO DOMy grandpa bought this farm some 60 years ago He paid 1300 dollars so I’m told And the fields have weathered drought and they’ve fought the flooding, too But there’s somethin’ more to fight before it’s through CHORUS: Dollar bills are being planted on the family farm If houses can be raised upon the soil If we say, “NO,” they say we’re crazy We say, “YES,” we’ll lose our land So what’s a farm to do...when its enemy is man Well, my grandpa labored hard on this Union County ground He’d harvest corn and wheat from dawn ‘til dusk Some years he’d just break even and sometimes he’d lose his shirt But he raised his family well upon this dirt CHORUS: They say, “Poor old farmer, we’ll huff until you sell Or we’ll huff until you puff -- we’ll turn your heaven into hell” Seven kids sat at this table on my grandpa’s farm Where my Daddy learned the values of his life He can feel his family’s love here - He remembers, oh so well He takes a breath and says, “I WILL NOT SELL” CHORUS: Dollar bills are being planted on these family farms If houses can be raised upon the soil If we say, “NO” they say we’re crazy We say, “YES” we lose our land So what’s a farm to do, ah, what’s a farm to do Yes, what’s a farm to do...when its enemy is man Back to albums |