Soil Bank

Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man

They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand

Spikin' holes then placin' a seed like each one was a friend

Then hope they'd planted it deep enough to survive the dusthole winds

But lots of things have changed since that ol' mule went to the barn

I brought that little ol' house out back inside where it's nice and warm

No more blisters from a walkin' plow or chokin' the weedin' hole

I just leave the land the way it is and watch good money grow

Soil banks and surplus wheat leaves lots of time on my hands

But I'll take time over blisters any week

And live off the fat of the (live off the fat of the) live off the fat of the land

[ ac.guitar ]

Well as long as they keep payin' me not a work or lift a hand

I'm gonna keep on buyin' up all this money makin' sand

And I guess I'll be real famous soon and that's a matter of fact

They're sayin' they're gonna mention my name in the Farmer's Almanac

And I owe it all to Uncle Sam for a deal you just can't beat

And I moved from old starvation road to live on Easy Street

And I know this golden chain of luck will sooner or later break

But by the time that it finally does I won't have to state

Soil banks and surplus wheat...