Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man
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They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand
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Spikin' holes then placin' a seed like each one was a friend
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Then hope they'd planted it deep enough to survive the dusthole winds
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But lots of things have changed since that ol' mule went to the barn
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I brought that little ol' house out back inside where it's nice and warm
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No more blisters from a walkin' plow or chokin' the weedin' hole
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I just leave the land the way it is and watch good money grow
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Soil banks and surplus wheat leaves lots of time on my hands
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But I'll take time over blisters any week
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And live off the fat of the (live off the fat of the) live off the fat of the land
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Well as long as they keep payin' me not a work or lift a hand
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I'm gonna keep on buyin' up all this money makin' sand
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And I guess I'll be real famous soon and that's a matter of fact
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They're sayin' they're gonna mention my name in the Farmer's Almanac
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And I owe it all to Uncle Sam for a deal you just can't beat
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And I moved from old starvation road to live on Easy Street
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And I know this golden chain of luck will sooner or later break
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But by the time that it finally does I won't have to state
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Soil banks and surplus wheat...
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Soil Bank
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Dave Dudley |