This Hard Land

Hey there, mister Can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown? Can you give me a reason, sir As to why they've never grown? They've just blown around from town to town 'Til they're back out on these fields Here where they fall from my hand Back into the dirt of this hard land, come on Now me and my sister From Germantown, yeah we did ride Where we made our bed, sir From the rock on the mountainside We been blowin' around from town to town Lookin' for a place to land Where the sun bursts through the cloud to fall like a circle Like a circle of fire down on this hard land Now even the rain it don't come 'round It don't come 'round here no more And the only sound at night's the wind Slammin' that back porch door It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down Twistin' and churnin' up the sand Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down Face down in the dirt of this hard land From a building up on the hill I can hear a tape deck blastin', "Home on the range" I can see them Bar-M choppers Sweepin' low across the plains And it's me and you Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure Way down south of the Rio Grande We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight Yeah, up onto the banks of this hard land Hey Frank, won't you pack your bags And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall I just want kiss from you, my brother And we'll ride until we fall We'll sleep in the fields We'll sleep by the rivers And in the morning, we'll make a plan Well, if you can't make it, stay hard Stay hungry, stay alive if you can And meet me in a dream of this hard land Hello, woo Oh, woo