Keeping It Real

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My dad, and his dad before him, were farmers ~ they both worked their fingers to the bone, and at the end of the day had nothing to show for it, but boney fingers. The picture above is of the barn & silo on the old home place where I grew up. I commissioned an artist I knew to do the painting for my folks when they sold the farm & moved to town...back in the early 80's. The painting now hangs in my living room. The barn and silo were completely destroyed by a tornado in 1992. My country-boy roots run deep.

http://members.cox.net/bombadier/Marty%20and%20Hag%20-%20Farmers%20Blues.mp3


Farmer's Blues
(Marty Stuart & Merle Haggard)

Marty:
Who'll buy my wheat, who'll buy my corn
To feed my babies when they're born
Seeds and dirt, a prayer for rain, that I can use
I work the land, I watch the sky
I talk to God and wonder why
But it's the only life I've known, these farmer's blues

I see the seasons come and go
Sendin' rain, fire and snow
I'm at the mercy, of it all, this life I choose
Sometimes I hang my head and cry
When that evenin' train goes by
Wish it could take me far away, these farmer's blues

Merle:
The tractor's old, the fence is down
Put on my suit and go to town
Ask for a loan, that I know well, they might refuse
Back at home, still by my side
The one I love, with worried eyes
Waits for me, to love away, these farmer's blues

Both:
I see the seasons come and go
Sending rain, fire and snow

Merle:
I'm at the mercy, of it all, this life I choose

Marty:
Sometimes I hang my head and cry
As that evenin' train goes by
Wish it could take me far away, these farmer's blues