Less
They say that farming’s in the blood
They glorify the boots and mud
I know it isn’t in the land
It’s in the callous of your hand
I punch a clock now in the field
Full of pavement and windshields
We used to own
We sold out in ‘94
They said we could have gotten more
But we sold for less
Now I’m selling it all for less
There’s less open space
Less local taste
Less clean air
Less deer, less bear
There’s just less, just less
Now I’m selling ut all for less
My hands are full of cash
When the lines are moving fast
So, I pin on my happy face
Let my mind drift back to that place
We used to love
But where we used to stack the hay
A greeter stops shoppers to say
Welcome home.
Now I’m selling it all for Less
They say that farming’s in the blood
They glorify the boots and mud
by Rebecca Padula & Rachel Bissex
© 2004 Sweet Bean Music & Media
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