Another Farm Sold

It used to be a 4-H town

Trucks and tractors for miles around

Now it's being settled down by a bunch of city slickers who don't

Even know our zip code

Nobody wants to farm no more

And don't care how the food gets to the store

But even if you think of our life as poor

You're still the ones we're working for

Cause tobacco is drying

Cotton is dying

Underneath that Farmall hat are weary eyes crying

Diesel is climbing

Long hard roads keep winding

The weather is clear but the forecast ain't too good

Another farm sold for a neighborhood

My family tree was planted right here

We've been turning the dirt since we got here

Now we're being pushed out by the markets and the banks with

Nowhere to go

It's a simple way of life

Praying for the rain and the sunshine

Living our life like the days of old

Trying not to be another farm sold

But tobacco is drying

Cotton is dying

Underneath that Farmall hat are weary eyes crying

Diesel is climbing

Long hard roads keep winding

The weather is clear but the forecast ain't too good

Another farm sold for a neighborhood

The good Lord ain't making no more of it

It might not mean much to you but we still love it

Tobacco is drying

Cotton is dying

Underneath that Farmall hat are weary eyes crying

Diesel is climbing

Long hard roads keep winding

The weather is clear but the forecast ain't too good

Another farm sold for a neighborhood

Another farm sold