Reaping the Blues

That forty acre field
full of memories, dreams, and crops that ill never yield

The rains they never came
Now they have turned to salty tears and that just ain't the same

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Ive worked my flesh and fingers to the bone
now she's up and left me to work this field of stone
I guess you have to pay for what you chose
I sowed my heart now I'm reaping the blues
I sowed my heart now I'm reaping the blues

That old farm has turned to dust
now granddads tractor in the back is just a heap of rust

That old dress she left behind
her perfume lingers everywhere, ways heavy on my mind

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