#1
That old plow,
rips through the clay.
I'm still a farmer,
at the end of the day,
at the end of the day.

I wake up early,
to feed the cows.
Then I hop up on the tractor,
and I hammer down,
and I hammer down.

I've got callouses on my hands,
from this land I work.
I inherited from my father,
and his father before him,
and his father before him.

But that old banker,
wants to take it away.
I say I'll make the payments,
at the end of the day,
at the end of they day.

With a bible in one hand,
a gun in the other,
I said a prayer for,
my father and my mother,
my father and my mother.

But just like a snake,
that sheds its skin,
I began my life,
all over again,
all over again.

Now as the sun sets,
on the day of my life,
I was a farmer,
at the end of the day,
at the end of the day.

I was a farmer,
at the end of the day.
I was a farmer,
at the end of the day.

At the end of the day...
Last edited by NattyDaddy at Nov 18, 2013,
#2
I'm looking at some possible revisions for this, I'm thinking of adding a stanza before the one that says, "with a bible in one hand."

It would go something like this:

Yet this drought,
has shriveled my ground,
and swallowed my crops.
The boom went bust,
the boom went bust.

They say what I make is no good.
That I don't grow it like I should.
But I'm just trying my best,
to make what I can,
to make what I can.

I hear of a golden fields,
just beyond the stars,
that I may see,
at the end of the day,
at the end of they day.
Last edited by NattyDaddy at Nov 18, 2013,
#3
i like this piece. the subject matter is interesting. you should add the extra stanzas. it makes the piece stronger. you did a good job explaining why your losing the farm but didn't explain how you felt about it. was that intentional. i'm not saying you should do that but if you wanted to i think it would be interesting.

is this a song? if so i'd like to hear it. hopefully this was helpful. thanks for sharing.
c4c?
I just want to know that I did all I could with what I was given.