Hey there mister, can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown? Can you give me a reason, sir as to why they've never grown? They've just blown around from town to town Till they're back out on these fields Where they fall from my hand Back into the dirt of this hard land.
Now me and my sister from Germantown we did ride We made our bed, sir from the rock on the mountainside We been blowin' around from town to town Lookin' for a place to stand Where the sun burst through the cloud To fall like a circle Like a circle of fire down on this hard land.
Now even the rain it don't come 'round It don't come 'round here no more And the only sound at night's the wind Slammin' the back porch door It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down Twistin' and churnin' up the sand Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin face down Face down in the dirt of this hard land.
From a building up on the hill I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range" I can see them Bar-M choppers sweepin' low across the plains It's me and you, Frank were lookin' for lost cattle Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure Way down south of the Rio Grande We're ridin' 'cross that river In the moonlight Up onto the banks of this hard land.
Hey Frank, won't ya pack your bags And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall Just one kiss from you, my brother And we'll ride untill we fall We'll sleep in the fields We'll sleep by the rivers and in the morning We'll make a plan Well, if you can't make it Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive If you can And meet me in a dream of this hard land.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
