Well I hate to say the farmer
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Was the last of a dying breed
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Living off the land
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And taking what he needs
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Don't say much for the future
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When a family can't survive
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I'd hate to say the farmer
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Was the last of his kind.
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In the struggle for parity
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Not one man's voice can sound
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Cause the foundation
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of the conglomerate
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Is firmly in the ground.
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Yeah, they want to feed the world
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But for power and for greed
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Then they'll cut off the supply
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Until they get what they need.
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Well I dreamed I saw a dust bowl
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Where the farmers used to live
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Earth was flying through the sky
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It had nothing left to give
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Tractors were burning
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On the Whitehouse lawn
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Just woke up one morning
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And the farmers all were gone
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I hate to say the farmer
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Was the last of a dying breed
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Living off the land
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And taking what he needs.
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Don't say much for the future
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When a family can't survive.
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I'd hate to say the farmer
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Was the last of his kind.
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Don't say much for the future
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When a family can't survive.
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I'd hate to say the farmer
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Was the last of his kind.
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Farm Aid Song
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| Neil Young |
