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Heâs spent sixty years on this dry dusty prairie
Watching seasons come and go
Praying for rain when he needed it, Lord
And watching the old West Wind blow
Watching the old West Wind blow.
Now heâs getting old and heâs feeling the work
Like he never did feel it before
But these bones donât know from sitting about,
Being idle just makes a man sore
Being idle just makes a man sore.
Now the wind takes the seed
And the banks take the land,
And thereâs nothing left
For a working man.
His kids are all gone for the work in the city,
Thereâs nothing here they want to do.
And theyâre saying âHey Dad, sell the farm while you can,
thereâs a lot in the city for you.â
Thereâs a lot in the city for you.
Well maybe thatâs so, and maybe that ainât,
Things are different when youâre an old man.
And your heartâs on its last thumping old days,
Wants to spend them out on the land.
Wants to die out on the land.
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- Out on the Land