AMERICA'S FAMILY FARM

There's an old broken plow by an old beat up barn
With an old rusty roof on an old dry dirt farm
There's a tired old man, staring out into space
Wiping away the tears from his old weathered face

          He's America's farmer, that's his empty barn
          And that's his fourth generation family farm
          It gets harder to live off the land each day
          As America's family farm fades away

There's a decorated soldier with an old rusty cart
Sorting through old food behind an old grocery mart
Another homeless veteran in the wrong time and place
Wiping away the tears from his cold weathered face

          He's America's soldier, trying to stay warm
          And he was raised in a Heartland family home 
          Their farm foreclosed and now he's stranded in LA
          As America's family farm fades away
 
 [  bridge verse ] 
We used to walk to the old wood school
When family farms were the backbone of our land
Where we were taught the golden rule is cool
And there was no such thing as a homeless veteran 

          God's our father, the earth's his barn
          And he's looking down on America's family farm
          But few of us listen to what our father has to say
          As America's family farm fades away

             [ extended tag ]
          Fades away, fades away, fades away 
          The good book says we reap what we sow 
          And we can only eat what farmers grow
          As America's family farm fades away 


       Written by: Richard Aberdeen.  Copyright by Richard Aberdeen (ASCAP)
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