Well there's cars in the driveway as you turn into the yard
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The casket's in the living room
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You look away and swallow hard
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Someone hands you a bottle
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And you don't know who they are
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Funny, how you used to know everybody in these parts
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And you hardly knew the dead man
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Though you spoke a time or to
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And he had a wife and two small children
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And he lived just like you do
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And he died on his tractor
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Holding his end down
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Forty acres left to plant
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And forty in the ground
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But he never had a chance
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It's what they're saying now
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The bank was going to walk in any day, anyhow
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And it makes you kind of wonder
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As you watch the daylight burn
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Wonder if he knew it
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Wonder if he'd heard
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She's got a crooked smile
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And there's dark around her eyes
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She says she knows she's got to get on with her life
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And you stand off alone
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And look to where the sun sets
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Someone says we ain't seen the last of it yet
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And he died on his tractor
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Holding his end down
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Forty acres left to plant
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And forty in the ground
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And he never had a chance
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That's what they're saying now
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The bank was going to walk in any day, anyhow
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And it makes you kind of wonder
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As you watch the daylight burn
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Wonder if he knew it
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Wonder if he'd heard
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There's a crop of yellow sunflowers
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In the field across the way
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Makes you sorta grin
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As you're coming down the lane
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Three hundred bucks a ton
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It's what they said at plantin' time
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But when it comes to harvest
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It wasn't worth a dime
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Sunflowers
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Fred Eaglesmith |