This Hard Land - Live at Madison Square Garden, New York, NY - June/July 2000

Hello, hey there, mister
Can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown?
Can you give me a reason, sir
As to why they've never grown?
Well, they just blown around from town to town
'Til they're back out on these fields
Yeah, where they fall from my hand
Back into the dirt of this hard land (come on)

Now me and my sister
From German town, yeah, we did ride
Well, we made our bed, sir
From the rock on the mountain side
We've been blowin' around from town to town
Lookin' for a place to land
Where the sun bursts through the clouds to fall like a circle
Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it don't come 'round
Don't come 'round here no more
And the only sound at night's the wind
Slammin' that back-porch door
And stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down
Face down in the dirt of this hard land (woo, come on, bro)
Come on Bruce

Yeah, from a building up on the hill
I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"
I can see them Bar-M choppers
Sweepin' low across the plains
And it's me and you, Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle
Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand
We're ridin' in the whirlwind, searchin' for lost treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande
We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight
Up onto the banks of this hard land

Hey Frank, won't you pack your bags
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall?
Now just one kiss from you, my brother
And we'll ride until we fall
We'll sleep in the fields, we'll sleep by the rivers
And in the morning, we'll make a plan
Well, if you can't make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive, if you can
And meet me in a dream of this hard land (celebrate you)

Woo, woo