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