Disappearing Farmer

I remember Grandpa standing over by the gate

His eyes turned up to heaven, wondering why the rain was late

And it seems so sad to look back now and see him lying there

In a $500 casket with the dirt still in his hand

It's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away

Like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday

Makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind

And all he knows is dominoes and some close, old wrinkled friends

Grandpa saw it comin', of that there ain't no doubt

With the bankers on his doorstep and a cotton killin' drought

But he was a kind and and he was a gentle man until the bitter end

And he was smilin' on his deathbed, glad he hadn't sold out to them

Now a modern two lane blacktop runs across the old homeplace

And the man that ran the graveyard didn't recognize my face

And the ground beneath seems drier now, my god, when will it rain

And pushing pretty flowers around my grandpa's grave

It's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away

Like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday

Makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind

And all he knows is dominoes and some close, old wrinkled friends

And it's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away

Like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday

Makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind...