Fred Eaglesmith - Thirty Years Of Farming Lyrics
There's a little white note on a gate by the roadThat a man put up yesterdayAnd when we saw it we all ran outJust to see what it had to sayAnd when we read it our eyes filled with tearsAnd they fell to the cold hard claySomething 'bout a mortgageSomething 'bout foreclosure Something 'bout failing to payOh and on the post by the general store They've put up a little signAn auction sale, day after tomorrowAt the end of the Lincoln LineThirty years of farmingThirty years of heartacheThirty years of day to dayOh my Daddy stopped talkingThe day the farm was auctionedThere was nothing left to sayOh my Mama's tears fell freely down As she walked amongst the flowers in the yardAnd every number the auctioneer calledWas like a blow to her precious heartAnd every number the auctioneer called Meant another thing was sold that dayTill everything was auctionedAnd we stood there watchingAs they loaded it and drove it awayOh and on the post by the general storeThey've put up a little signAn auction sale, day after tomorrowAt the end of the Lincoln LineThirty years of farming Thirty years of heartacheThirty years of day to dayOh my Daddy stopped talkingThe day the farm was auctionedThere was nothing left to sayAt the day's first dawningWe awoke this morningThere was nothing for us to doNothing in the granaryNo hay in the meadowNo cattle, no tractor, no toolsSo we loaded up the carWith the clothes that we woreAnd the few things we managed to saveMama read from the BookWe took one last lookAnd then we drove awayOh and on the post by the general storeThey've put up a little signAn auction sale day after tomorrowAt the end of the Lincoln LineThirty years of farmingThirty years of heartache Thirty years of day to dayOh my Daddy stopped talkingThe day the farm was auctionedThere was nothing left to sayOh my Daddy stopped talkingThe day the farm was auctionedThere was nothing left to say
