Last Of A Dying Breed

Well i hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed

Living off the land and taking what he needs

Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive

I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind



In the struggle for parity, not one man's voice can sound

Cuz the foundation of the conglomerate is firmly in the ground

Yeah they wanna feed the world, but for power and for greed

Then they'll cut off the supply until they get what they need



Well i dreamed i saw a dustbowl where the farmers used to live

Earth was flying thru the sky, it had nothing left to give

Tractors were burning on the white house lawn

Just woke up one morning and the farmers all were gone



Well i hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed

Living off the land and taking what he needs

Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive

I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind



Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive

I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind




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