well i hate to say the farmer
was the last of a dying breed
don't say much for the future
when a family can't survive
i'd hate to say the farmer
was the last of his kind. in the struggle for parity
not one man's voice can sound
is firmly in the ground. yeah
they want to feed the world
but for power and for greed
then they'll cut off the supply
until they get what they need. well i dreamed i saw a dust bowl
where the farmers used to live
earth was flying through the sky
it had nothing left to give
and the farmers all were gone
was the last of a dying breed
and taking what he needs. don't say much for the future
when a family can't survive. i'd hate to say the farmer
was the last of his kind. don't say much for the future
when a family can't survive. i'd hate to say the farmer
was the last of his kind.