Backline - The Farm (single)

The Farm

by Katelyn M. Mabry (Lakota Music Pub. / BMI)

You can't take my farm even though you say you can
You'll have to rip this gun from my cold dead hands
No, you can't take my farm. I'm gonna like to see you try
Before I ever leave this ground, the lead is gonna fly.

This land is from my fathers, this land is for my sons
I love this old hollar, and I'll die before I run

My granddaddy plowed this field, my papa after him
They grew the seeds of cotton, to take down to the mill
Sweat drops from my mama's brow, worked her fingers to the bone
She layed a baby in the shade, between the cotton rows
And that's where that seeped into my soul as a baby laying in the rows

This land is from my fathers, this land is for my sons
I love this old hollar, and I'll die before I run

Get out of here banker man, get out while you can
Done told you once, won't tell you twice, your blood will run red
Oh, get out of here banker man, go back to where you came
It'd be a shame if you died today just for a danged old train

This land is from my fathers, this land is for my sons
I love this old hollar, and I'll die before I run

You can't take my farm

Mmmhmmmmmm mmmmmmmmm

Ooooooooohhhh, oooooooooooh