They Won't Have Me

They won't have me, but I love this place

The rural life is broken and the farmlands gone to chaff

My hands are idle and my mind needs rest

The toil of the decent and the sleep of the best

I sit in diners with all the old men

And they, they talk of work 'cause it's all they ever did

They gave their hearts to Jesus and got serious

And they gave up their drinking and they worked for this—

Nothing, nothing

And it's all this love to offer, and all this love to waste

All this love to offer and all this love to waste

Lame dog on the highway where the old road used to be

Now you know what divides us

Is just a difference someone made

Some got tired of trying, some were just too scared to stay

But we gave ourselves to nothing and we let 'em have their day

Now who's gonna do the planting?

And who's gonna pray for rain?

And who's gonna keep the farmland

From the subdivision man?

Nothing, nothing

Nothing, nothing

And it's all this love to offer, and all this love to waste