The Bankers, told the Farmers,
not, so very long ago,
Borrow big, don’t worry boys,
the markets, gonna grow,
Buy ground, and get machinery,
all shiny, and brand new,
Heed us, and your Ag-man,
cause we’re here Bud, just for you,
Some farmers, bought their jargon,
hook, line, and sinker too,
That is why, some families,
have got,’The Farmers Blues’,
Willie, started ‘Farm Aide’,
that didn’t, get to far,
I guess, you can’t trust bankers,
OR, country music stars,
But if any one, is listening,
you better, lend an ear,
Cause if the farmer, doesn’t make it,
we’ve got a lot, to fear,
Their selling off, the farm ground,
at an, astounding rate,
So city folks, can spread out,
on 5 acre, estates,
Then after, they get out here,
the first thing, that they do,
Is try to ‘city-fy’,the country,
and complain, about the ‘poo’,
Now, I have to tell you something,
I hope it, don’t come to pass,
You can not eat, a side-walk,
or a pretty, lawn of grass,
So some one, out there listen,
and join me, in a prayer,
For God and state, to help the Farmers,
cause their fate,, we all will share.
c.d.m. 8-13-10
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