Lyrics

LAST FURROW-words and music Jon Clark
© Copyright 2011 Row North Music (ASCAP)

Trampled fields of worn out crops
rusted wheels, the turning stops
Broken loans a dollar bill
dirt and dust, the farm stands still
Tired fence, blown open gate
where to go, is this ones fate

Thankless work, last furrow set upon his brow
empty barn, ghostly cold

No more chores, the banker calls
auction block, the hammer falls
Breakfast waits on morning sun
what's the rush, why should he run
It's a strain what's left to show
forty years, long time ago

Thankless work, last furrow set upon his brow
empty barn, ghostly cold

City ways no children's call
guess that's best, won't see him fall
way out back, behind the shed
with the gun, both barrels dead
scattered crows, the echo sounds
best be left, just out of bounds

Thankless work, last furrow set upon his brow
empty barn, ghostly cold