"A Month Of Sundays" Videos
I used to work for harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the
Combines that plowed and harvested this great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block
Everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds cross the weathered
Faces and I watch the harvest burn
Quit the plant in '57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lendin' money
The banker was the farmer's friend
I've seen dog days and dusty days
Late spring snow and early fall sleet
I've held the leather reins in my hands
I've felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes
And the cold war it's been hard to make ends meet
But I always kept the clothes on out backs
I always put the shoes on our feet
My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, "We get the government we deserve"
Son-in-law just shakes his head and says
"That little punk, he never had to serve"
And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs
And look out across th
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