Farmer (who'll Remember Him)

Life is just a lonesome road we all must travel down

And each day brings us closer to the end

The average man who walks this road makes no lasting mark

And leaves no tracks to show where he has been

The farmer spends his lifetime working with the land

To feed and clothe the nation that he loves

But he almost goes unnoticed in this busy world today

But he's a man that we should be proud of

You won't see his likeness carved in stone

Just a little marker's all there'll be

His closest friends and nearest kin will miss him when he's gone

When they forget who'll remember him

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You'll find him in the wheat fields of our great mid western states

Or picking cotton somewhere in the south

But the working man with calloused hands is just another name

So when he's gone who'll remember him

You won't see his likeness...

When they forget who'll remember him