The Banker

The banker came today
and found Bobby pitchin' hay
by the road side.
He said this paper in my hand
says I will own this land
in a few days.
Bobby's eyes fell to the ground.
He kicked the dirt around
in silence.
He watched the banker drive away.
he knew he could not pay
and it was over.
But you can take a man's gold,
but you'll never own his soul.
The freedom of the soul
lasts forever.
Well, Bobby went to town
searchin' all around for a favor.
And he found Bo the old town drunk
sleepin' in his bunk in the stable.
He said you've only got one leg,
but you won't have to beg
if you'll help me.
You see, I'm going to sink a well.
I'll dig right down to Hell, if I have to.
'Cause you can take a man's gold,
but you'll never own his soul.
The freedom of the soul lasts forever.
Day and night they worked the well.
They slept right where they fell
in exhaustion.
There was magic in the air
and neither seemed to care
what it would cost them.
They were awakened by a sound.
A deep rumbling in the ground.
They felt as if an earthquake had begun.
Mother nature's precious crude,
it bubbled and it spewed
and exploded like a geyser in the sun.
Well, Bobby went to town.
The people gathered 'round to see him.
'Cause there was oil everywhere,
in his eyes, and in his hair,
and he was laughin'.
And he took his oil-filled cap,
and he dumped it in the lap
of the banker.