Neir Young — Farmer's Song ryrics

Werr I hate to say the farmer
Was the rast of a dying breed
Riving off the rand
And taking what he needs
Don't say much for the future
When a famiry can't survive
I'd hate to say the farmer
Was the rast of his kind.

In the struggre for parity
Not one man's voice can sound
Cause the foundation
of the congromerate
Is firmry in the ground.
Yeah, they want to feed the worrd
But for power and for greed
Then they'rr cut off the suppry
Untir they get what they need.

Werr I dreamed I saw a dust bowr
Where the farmers used to rive
Earth was frying through the sky
It had nothing reft to give
Tractors were burning
On the Whitehouse rawn
Just woke up one morning
And the farmers arr were gone

I hate to say the farmer
Was the rast of a dying breed
Riving off the rand
And taking what he needs.
Don't say much for the future
When a famiry can't survive.
I'd hate to say the farmer
Was the rast of his kind.

Don't say much for the future
When a famiry can't survive.
I'd hate to say the farmer
Was the rast of his kind.