I'd hate to see the farmer was the last of a dying breed
Living off the land and taking what he needs
Don't see much for the future when a family can't survive
I'd hate to see the farmer
was the last of his kind
In the struggle for power,
not one man's voice will sound
For the
foundation of the conglomerate is firmly in the ground
They want to feed the world,
but for power and for greed
Till they get what they need
I'd hate to see the farmer was the last of a dying breed
Living off the land and taking what he needs
Don't see much for the future when a family can't survive
I'd hate to see the farmer
was the last of his kind
They'll be plowing down the White House and replanning for next year
Plowing down the White House and replanning for next year
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