My father was a working man, eight hours a day to tend the land.
A father’s dream, handed down to him.
Across these fields my dad would run, as a child, and only son.
It seemed just like yesterday to him.
Yesterday I wondered why, I had seen my father cry.
Like I’d never seen in all my years.
The men had come to take the land, molded by my grandpa’s hands.
He looked to me and said between his tears.
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He said Son we’re gonna go away from here, and have to start a new.
The men have come to take it all away.
They’ve taken my dreams and all my pride, and cast it all aside.
The bidding’s closed, on the day.
The people came and got in line, holding up their little signs.
To buy a piece of someone else’s dream.
One guy wants a shopping mall where all the people can get it all.
Dad & I are on the loosing team.
Me & Dad headed out west, because he felt that it was best.
To get us far away, from the pain.
I hope that all my hopes & dreams will never be torn at the seams.
Cuz I don’t want to feel like dad did then.
CHOURS OUT