Thirty Years of Farming

There's a little white note on the gate by the road

That a man put up yesterday

And when we saw it, we all ran out

Just to see what it had to say

And when we read it, our eyes filled with tears

And we fell to the cold hard clay

Something about a mortgage, something about foreclosure

Something about failing to pay

Oh, and on the post by the general store

They put up a little sign

An auction sale, day after tomorrow

At the end of Lincoln Line

30 years of farming, 30 years of heartache

30 years of day to day

Oh, my daddy stopped talking

The day the farm was auctioned

There was nothing left to say

Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down

As she walked among the flowers in the yard

And every number the auctioneer called

Was like a blow to her precious heart

And every number the auctioneer called

Meant another thing was sold that day

While everything was auctioned, we stood there watching

While they loaded it and drove it away

And on the post by the general store

They put up a little sign

An auction sale, day after tomorrow

At the end of Lincoln Line

30 years of farming, 30 years of heartache

30 years of day to day

Oh, my daddy stopped talking

The day the farm was auctioned

There was nothing left to say

At the day's first dawning, we woke this morning

There was nothing for us to do

Nothing in the granary, no hay in the meadow

No cattle, no tractor, no tools

So we loaded up the car, took the clothes we wore

And a few things we managed to save

Mama read from the book, we took one last look

And then we drove away

And on the post by the general store

They put up a little sign

An auction sale, day after tomorrow

At the end of Lincoln Line

30 years of farming, 30 years of heartache

30 years of day to day

Oh, my daddy stopped talking

The day the farm was auctioned

There was nothing left to say