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He climbs up on his John Deere |
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Shoves a plug of Redman in his jaw |
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His eyes stretch 'cross the valley |
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Way down to where they're putting up a mall |
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His baseball cap says Kansas |
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The Washington says how much he can grow |
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There's a bank note in his pocket |
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That says in 30 days they'll have his home |
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It's hard living in a broken heartland |
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It's enough to break a man and his beliefs |
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Lord give him strength to mend this broken heartland |
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'Cause he's living proof of a dying breed |
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His sons gone off to college |
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Learning skills that'll get him off the farm |
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And his wife just keeps it all inside |
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Still he finds his only comfort in her arms |
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And this tractors been his treasure |
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Oh, how could an auction measure its true worth |
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And every night he asks the Father |
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That he may never lose this mother earth |
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It's hard living in a broken heartland |
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It's enough to break a man and his beliefs |
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Lord give him strength to mend this broken heartland |
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'Cause he's living proof of a dying breed |
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Lord give him strength to mend this broken heartland |
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'Cause he's living proof of a dying breed... |