Where a Farm Used to Be

There's a new Walmart just down the road Across the street from Home Depot, I can't hear Dick Groombs rooster crow From the horns blowing, big wheels rolling, Traffic jams coming and going Got a discount liquor and a skateboard shop, A five day Jiffy Lube garage, A 10 acre blacktop parking lot, A bunch of wild women window shopping, A drive through bank and a Baskin Robbins Where a farm used to be as far as you can see, And those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait, Yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow If he poked his head down through them clouds And saw what was growing in his field of dreams, Taking over like thistle weeds Where a farm used to be My daddy said back in 69 It was old grain trucks and combines, Crickets singing in the moonshine, In your jeans and boots, campfire songs Now it's urban jungle and lineal. Where a farm used to be as far as you can see, And those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait, Yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow, If he poked his head down through them clouds And saw what was growing in his field of dreams, Takin over like thistle weeds. Where a farm used to be. Well and Old MacDonald would have a cow, If he poked his head down through them clouds And saw what was growing in his field of dreams, Takin over like thistle weeds. Where a farm used to be Where a farm used to be