centuries ago, Not long after the Bible began Jacob lived in the land of Canaan, A fine example of a family man. Jacob, Jacob and sons, Depended on farming
And all this pain in my family - they all depend on me. Lord, I'm twisted, I feel the stress that's hangin on me, And all the pain in my family - they
path Shove all your plans right up your Where the hell are we gonna live... They're building battery farms for humans where houses stood before Where there used to be just one family
depend upon There are places that you know And the faces of america Oh, where do they go, where did they go I was born on a farm, a mid-western farm
that you know all right Now remain calm no alarm Cause my farm ain't fat So what's up with that I've got friends and family that i respect When
For their country and the freedom they defend. Ah, givin' everything they've got, Some have had to give it all. The black man, the white man and the Sioux
plow Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Well there?s ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard And ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
Through the rain, the sleet and the cold I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry For the things that his family would need But all he ever got was a badland farm
in full" Well it looked like the potter's field for Doc and that caused us some alarm 'Till some one remembered the family graveyard out on the Simmon's farm
rain, the sleet and the cold I've seen the nights when my daddy would cry For the things that his family would need But all he ever got was a badland farm
's a man! That's a stand tall, walk straight Put God's share in the collection plate man Oh! That's a man! Oh! That's a man!
soaked mine You get broke nine, in ten different ways, start at your armpiece Then we continue Plus I won't stop til your whole frame is deceased Aiyyo man
the power of reason And the flowers of deep feelings Seem to serve me Only to deceive me Sharon, you've got a husband And a family and a farm I've got
country still needs A muscle and two strong arms If we can send a man up to the moon We can keep a man down on the farm Staring out of this factory
We came out from Sheffield and they put us on the line You could smell the powder burning and man it hurt my eyes They knew them boys were tired and weak
said, "Patches I'm dependin' on you, son To pull the family through My son, it's all left up to you" Two days later papa passed away And I became a man
the plow Blood on the scarecrow, blood on the plow Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms
lives on a rich man's farm Sister moved in with a stranger And here I am in another [Incomprehensible] And the leaves are slowly fallin' Fallin' from the family