America's Family Farm – mid-tempo

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AMERICA'S FAMILY FARM
Writer: Richard Aberdeen ASCAP
Publisher: Freedom Tracks Music ASCAP

There's an old broken plow by an old beat up barn
With an old rusty roof on an old dry dirt farm
There's a tired old man, staring out into space
Wiping away the tears from his old weathered face

He's America's farmer, that's his empty barn
And that's his fourth generation family farm
It gets harder to live off the land each day
As America's family farm fades away

There's a decorated soldier with an old rusty cart
Sorting through old food behind an old grocery mart
Another homeless veteran in the wrong time and place
Wiping away the tears from his cold weathered face

He's America's soldier, trying to stay warm
And he was raised in a Heartland family home
Their farm foreclosed and now he's stranded in LA
As America's family farm fades away

We used to walk to the old wood school
When family farms were the backbone of our land
Where we were taught the golden rule is cool
And there was no such thing as a homeless veteran

God's our father, the earth's his barn
And he's looking down on America's family farm
But few of us listen to what our father has to say
As America's family farm fades away

Fades away, fades away, fades away
The good book says we reap what we sow
And we can only eat what farmers grow
As America's family farm fades away


Copyright by Richard Aberdeen (ASCAP)
Copyright by Freedom Tracks Music (ASCAP)
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