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Farmer's Son |
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| 1 | I was born a farmer's son | |
| 2 | So a farmer I would be | |
| 3 | But I work the red steel by the ton | |
| 4 | For this big steel company | |
| 5 | Crops were scarce in fourty-four | |
| 6 | Poster said they needed men | |
| 7 | I was too young to go to war | |
| 8 | So I came to Bethlehem | |
| 9 | Stoked the ovens and greased the gears | |
| 10 | Sent home half my wage | |
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Worked harder shifts despite my years (alt. 2016 - Longer shifts for my short years) |
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| 12 | Than grown men twice my age | |
| 13 | We served it up, we rolled it long | |
| 14 | We built our towers high | |
| 15 | We swore to God we were so strong | |
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That we could never die |
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| 17 | So it was I met Grace Green | |
| 18 | She became my bride | |
| 19 | Sooner than soon or so it seemed | |
| 20 | Our boy, Gordey arrived | |
| 21 | Worked my fingers to the bone | |
| 22 | For Gracie and that boy | |
| 23 | Built us a life - made this our home | |
| 24 | My heart and pride and joy | |
| 25 | Through winters long and summers fast | |
| 26 | Mill grumbling below | |
| 27 | So slow to come so quick to pass | |
| 28 | And Gordey barely grown | |
| 29 | We watched him march, we let him go | |
| 30 | And still I don't know why | |
| 31 | For all our dreams all that came home | |
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This flag to remember by |
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| 33 | Me and Gracie living here | |
| 34 | Took the silver with the rust | |
| 35 | We learned to laugh, we shed our tears | |
| 36 | We did what people must | |
| 37 | All the things that we went through | |
| 38 | The good times and the bad | |
| 39 | Sometimes with all you thought you knew | |
| 40 | You don't know what you had | |
| 41 | For the gears fell silent, ovens cold | |
| 42 | They put chains across the gate | |
| 43 | They sold us out for foreign gold | |
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No one to blame or hate |
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| 45 | Say farewell to yours and you | |
| 46 | Goodbye to all our friends | |
| 47 | What's a soul supposed to do | |
| 48 | When a way of living ends | |
| 49 | Take my true love by the hand | |
| 50 | Lead her through the town | |
| 51 | Goodbye these towers made of sand | |
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I'm still a farmer's son |
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© William J. Hall 1999 all rights reserved ASCAP |
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