Listen to the wind, is the sound Blowing in changes and breaking through town Listen to the heartbeat, barely breathing Hope and faith are still alive but are steady leaving
It me to the bone Brings a to my eye Like the days of summer gone It's hard to a good thing die
In the of my youth there was dancing in the streets Ford was building motorcars and folks building dreams the clock, day and night, working hard's a way of life As I
It me to the bone Brings a to my eye Like the last days of summer It's hard to a good thing die
the Midwest fall, blue collar life Staring at December, dreaming about The Midwest fall, dreams get blown hard to take the Midwest fall
My grandpa was a union man, my daddy it burn We never had a lot, we off what we earned We built the cars and tanks helped to keep our nation free And now I can't afford to my family
It me to the bone Brings a to my eye Like the last days of summer It's hard to watch a good die
It's the fall, blue collar life Staring at December, about July The Midwest fall, dreams get away hard to take the Midwest fall, oh, oh yeah
I can't pay my taxes, I can't afford to my kids I guess stay and ride it out Because you are so beautiful,
The fall, blue collar life Staring at December, about July The fall, dreams get blown away It's to take
The fall, oh, don't go away The fall, dreamin', dreamin' The Midwest fall, ah, don't go hard to take, please don't go away you are so beautiful
The Midwest The fall The Midwest The Midwest