Junction, Texas 1978

There's a hole in your plan

And it's hard to see

I don't trust all your talk

And your sympathy

When you first came around

And impressed all the farmers

They were struck by your smile

And your promise of better days

Oh, the storm hit us hard

And it left us weak

We can't pay for the loss

And we have to eat

But this land is our soul

And our soul can't be traded

For the trinkets you hold over hope

That has faded

Our despair has created a life

That we hate to live

Give us time, give us time

All we need is time

We're in shock

We're confused and we ache inside

But this land is our soul

And our soul can't be traded

So we'll try to hang on

And we'll see sadness fade

Through despair we'll create a new life

That we love to live