John Michael Lind - Out On The Land Lyrics

He's spent sixty years on this dry dusty prairie
Watchin' seasons come and go
Prayin' for rain when he needed it, Lord
And watchin' the old West Wind blow
Watchin' the old West Wind blow

Now he's getting' old and he's feelin' the work
Like he never did feel it before
But these bones don't know from sittin' about
Being idle just makes a man sore
Being idle just makes a man sore

Now the wind takes the seed
And the banks take the land
And there's nothin' left
For a workin' man

His kids are all gone for the work in the city
There's nothin' here they want to do
And they're sayin', "Hey Dad, sell the farm while you can
There's a lot in the city for you"
There's a lot in the city for you

Well maybe that's so, and maybe that ain't
Things are different when you're an old man
And your heart's on its last thumpin' old days
Wants to spend them out on the land
Wants to die out on the land

Now the wind takes the seed
And the banks take the land
And there's nothin' left
For a workin' man