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Good morning! Hiya.
Morning.
Fine morning, but hot you know. Hot enough to sweat the life out of a man.
Well...have you thought it over?
Nope, I'm not selling now.
Uh that's not common sense. Land prices are higher than they'll ever be.
Sell now and you're through with slaving yourself and the wife and rest for the land.
Nope, I'm not sellin' now.
Boom's on now but the bust's comin'.
You know what'll happen to prices then?
You'll be hanging on by a button!
'least it'll be my own button. So long!
[ song starts ]
They won't have me but I love this place.
Rural life is broken and the farmland's gone to chaff.
My hands are idle and my mind needs rest and
the toil of the decent and the sleep of the best.
I sit in diners with all the old men and they,
talk of work cause it's all they ever did.
They gave their hearts to Jesus and got serious. And they
gave up their drinking and they
worked for this nothin'.
Nothin'.
And it's all this love to offer and all this love to waste.
And all this love to offer and all this love to waste.
Lame dog on the highway where the old road used to be. Now
you know what divides us is just a difference someone made.
Some got tired of trying and some were just too scared to stay. But we
gave ourselves to nothin' and we let 'em have their day.
Now who's gonna do the planting?
And who's gonna pray for rain?
And who's gonna keep the farmland
from the sub-division man?
Nothin'...
nothin' yeah...
nothin'...
nothin'.
And it's all this love to offer
and all this love to waste.