Thirty Years Of Farming

There's a little white note on a gate by the road
 That a man put up yesterday
 And when we saw it we all ran out
 Just to see what it had to say
 And when we read it our eyes filled with tears
 And they fell to the cold hard clay
 Something 'bout a mortgage
 Something 'bout foreclosure
 Something 'bout failing to pay
 Oh, and on the post by the general store
 They've put up a little sign
 An auction sale, day after tomorrow
 At the end of the Lincoln Line
 Thirty years of heartache
 Thirty years of day to day
 Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
 The day the farm was auctioned
 There was nothing left to say
 Oh, my Mama's tears fell freely down
 As she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
 And every number the auctioneer called
 Was like a blow to her precious heart
 And every number the auctioneer called
 Meant another thing was sold that day
 Till everything was auctioned
 And we stood there watching
 As they loaded it and drove it away
 Oh, and on the post by the general store
 They've put up a little sign
 An auction sale, day after tomorrow
 At the end of the Lincoln Line
 Thirty years of heartache
 Thirty years of day to day
 Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
 The day the farm was auctioned
 There was nothing left to say
 At the day's first dawning
 We awoke this morning
 There was nothing for us to do
 Nothing in the granary
 No hay in the mow
 No cattle, no tractor, no tools
 So we loaded up the car
 With the clothes that we wore
 And the few things we managed to save
 Mama read from The Book
 We took one last look
 And then we drove away
 Oh, and on the post by the general store
 They've put up a little sign
 An auction sale day after tomorrow
 At the end of the Lincoln Line
 Thirty years of heartache
 Thirty years of day to day
 Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
 The day the farm was auctioned
 There was nothing left to say
 Oh, my Daddy stopped talking
 The day the farm was auctioned
 There was nothing left to say