Soil Bank — текст песни (Dave Dudley)

Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man
They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin` to civilize the sand
Spikin` holes then placin` a seed like each one was a friend
Then hope they`d planted it deep enough to survive the dusthole winds
But lots of things have changed since that ol` mule went to the barn
I brought that little ol` house out back inside where it`s nice and warm
No more blisters from a walkin` plow or chokin` the weedin` hole
I just leave the land the way it is and watch good money grow
Soil banks and surplus wheat leaves lots of time on my hands
But I`ll take time over blisters any week
And live off the fat of the (live off the fat of the) live off the fat of the land
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Well as long as they keep payin` me not a work or lift a hand
I`m gonna keep on buyin` up all this money makin` sand
And I guess I`ll be real famous soon and that`s a matter of fact
They`re sayin` they`re gonna mention my name in the Farmer`s Almanac
And I owe it all to Uncle Sam for a deal you just can`t beat
And I moved from old starvation road to live on Easy Street
And I know this golden chain of luck will sooner or later break
But by the time that it finally does I won`t have to state
Soil banks and surplus wheat...