long line rider
Singer:darin, bobby
swingin' twelve pounds in the yard
i came in with a group of twenty
there ain't left but half as many
there's a farm in arkansas
got some secrets in its floor
you can tell where they're at
all the records show so clear
not a single man was here
that's the tale the warden tells
as he counts his empty shells
someone screams investigate
this kinda thing can't happen here
'specially not in an election year
there's a funny taste in the air
big bulldozers everywhere
and the ground coughs up some roots
wearin' denim shirts and boots
well i heard a brother moan
why they plowin' up my home
they're just here to make more room