This letter that I write to you, Dad
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Well, I will not sign my name
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Though I did not want to tell you
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I felt I had to anyway
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It's rained for weeks
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And it flooded the creek
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And I lost the whole crop of grain
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And the man at the bank wouldn't loan me the money
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To plant that field again
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So today Dad I sold the old John Deere
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The man who bought it is gonna fix it up
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And put it in a museum
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Well I guess that's where this whole thing's gone
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A picture for people to pay to look upon
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That's how they lived in the old days son
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The sheep's in the meadow
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Can't find the cows
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Little Boy Blue's got a job in town
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Yesterday old McAllister came by
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Said that he's had enough
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Between the government and the subsidies
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Well he just couldn't keep up
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And if welfare checks was farmin'
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Well he'd simply just rather not
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And I didn't say nothin' Dad
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As I watched him drive off
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But today Dad I sold the old John Deere
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The man who bought it is gonna fix it up
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And put it in a museum
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Well I guess that's where this whole thing's gone
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A picture for people to pay to look upon
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That's how they lived in the old days son
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The sheep's in the meadow
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Can't find the cows
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Little Boy Blue's got a job in town
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Mary says it will be okay
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If nothing else goes wrong
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And she got a job at the five-and-dime
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And the hours ain't too long
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I hope this letter finds you well
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I'm sorry how it just goes on
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But I had to tell somebody Dad
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And you were the only one
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And today Dad I sold the old John Deere
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Old John Deere
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| Fred Eaglesmith |
