Eighty Acre Farm

In the fields of central Iowa
In the east of Hardin County
On the muddy Iowa River
On an eighty acre farm
They never had a tractor
Just a plow horse they called Daisy
As they planted corn and family
On that little Iowa Farm

There was no indoor plumbing
And sometimes there were no lights
Though the walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night
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Though The Walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night

They never rode a school bus
They walked to school together
Across the Iowa River
On a rope bridge far above
The span was long an scary
And the kids were often frightened
But they looked out for each other
And they never lost a one

There was no indoor plumbing
And sometimes there were no lights
Though the walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night
Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li
Li Li Li Li Li Li Li
Though The Walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night

They had a scrappy rooster
He was the bully of the barnyard
He would terrorize the children
And threaten grownups, too
But one day he crossed my grandma
So she chucked a piece of stove wood
She cold-cocked that old rooster
And that night had chicken stew

There was no indoor plumbing
And sometimes there were no lights
Though the walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night
Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li
Li Li Li Li Li Li Li
Though The Walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night

It was in the 1920s
Just before the great depression
They were blessed beyond all measure
As their family became whole
From a homestead small and humble
To the world that waited for them
Who could guess the great adventure
Of the times that were to come

There was no indoor plumbing
And sometimes there were no lights
Though the walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night
Li Li Li Li Li Li Li Li
Li Li Li Li Li Li Li
Though The Walls were thin and drafty
It was home and warm at night