This Hard Land

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

They've just blown around from town to town

Back out on these fields

Where they fall from my hand

Back into the dirt of this hard land

Well me and my sister

From Germantown we did ride

We made our bed, sir

From the rock on the mountainside

We been blowin' around from town to town

Lookin' for a place to stand

Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle

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' the back porch door

Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down

Twistin' and churnin' up the sand

Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown

In the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill

I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"

I can hear them Bar-M choppers

Sweepin' low across the plains

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

Just one kiss from you, my brother

And we'll ride until we fall

Well 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