Ballad of the Farmer
It's 6 a.m. on a farm on the edge of town
Birds stop singin' and leaves hit the ground
A lonely shot rings out across the land
Another has died from their own hand
An elderly man who lived all by himself
Pictures of family line a crowded shelf
Survived his life through troubles fraught
He grabs a gun and points it to his thoughts
Many years before he was a happy kid
And he worked in the fields just like his father did
He'd help his father plant the seed in spring
And he hoped someday he would be a king
Well, the years went by and work it never ceased
But he found someone to accept his ring
Family arrived and the days seemed to speed
Money was tight for this king and queen
Well, the children grew and slowly moved away
And soon the wife was buried in the clay
The farmer tried to make ends meet
But he felt his soul was lost in the wheat
While workin' in the field he had a nasty cough
But harvest was soon so he had to shrug it off
Then the doctor said he would soon be laid to rest
They could not remove what was growin' in his chest
It's 6 a.m. on a farm on the edge of town
Birds stop singin' and leaves hit the ground
A lonely shot rings out across the land
Another has died from their own hand
Birds stop singin' and leaves hit the ground
A lonely shot rings out across the land
Another has died from their own hand
An elderly man who lived all by himself
Pictures of family line a crowded shelf
Survived his life through troubles fraught
He grabs a gun and points it to his thoughts
Many years before he was a happy kid
And he worked in the fields just like his father did
He'd help his father plant the seed in spring
And he hoped someday he would be a king
Well, the years went by and work it never ceased
But he found someone to accept his ring
Family arrived and the days seemed to speed
Money was tight for this king and queen
Well, the children grew and slowly moved away
And soon the wife was buried in the clay
The farmer tried to make ends meet
But he felt his soul was lost in the wheat
While workin' in the field he had a nasty cough
But harvest was soon so he had to shrug it off
Then the doctor said he would soon be laid to rest
They could not remove what was growin' in his chest
It's 6 a.m. on a farm on the edge of town
Birds stop singin' and leaves hit the ground
A lonely shot rings out across the land
Another has died from their own hand
Credits
Writer(s): Jerret Scott Barker
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