The old man bought a moldboard plow that was back in thirty-nine
Two pound down to the pay he began to build a line
He sowed the seeds of a strong man's dream when the plan was straight and true
Work hard for each and every yard, no exceptions to the rule
Now the old man's gone but the wheel turned still with a furrow headed right uphill
He rode the back of a strong man's dream with a rattle of change in the treasurer's tin
His dream was good, his plan was simple, he just wanted to raise a family
Have a boy to sit on his knee and follow in his fall
When the wool came good he made a handful, just enough to pay his tax bill
In the mail that follow well they sent him off to war
Now the old man's gone but the wheel turned still with a furrow headed right uphill
He rode the back of a strong man's dream with a rattle of change in the treasurer's tin
Tax the land and break the country, bleed us dry, leave us empty
Screw the folk who spend their lives just following your laws, your twisted laws
Well we closed the old man's eyes last night, it's better that we hid from sight
The sad affair that it's become and the death of all his dreams
For he would never understand how people could be so demanding
Holding out their hands and giving nothing in return
Now the old man's gone but the wheel turned still with a furrow headed right uphill
He rode the back of a strong man's dream with a rattle of change in the treasurer's tin
Now the old man's gone but the wheel turned still with a furrow headed right uphill
He rode the back of a strong man's dream with a rattle of change in the treasurer's tin
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