Hey, Clinton... admittedly there is a strong fogie factor in the folk community. The good side of that is that it keeps the best of the old songs alive. I'm thankful for that. I have a lot of fogie in me.
I've had friends who have said that "All change is for the worst." Kevin isn't one of those, though. He are a songwrieter hisself.

This is the Jerry Rau song I love. He wrote it based on a conversation he had with a farmer in West Kansas who had just sold his farm.

80 ACRES

We're packing up the car today, my wife and kids and all
Heading on to Kansas City, with it's buildings tall
Been farming in West Kansas like my Dad and Grandad, too
But farming now, it's a hard old life, I tell you boys I'm through.

Yesterday they sold it all, the tractor and the plow
They auctioned everything we owned, they're someone else's now
That pickup truck that Grandad drove, it brought a handsome bid
I remember riding next to him when I was just a kid

CHORUS:

And I can hear my Grandad's voice, a ghost upon the wind
Don't leave this farm I've worked to build, don't leave it darling Jim
But Grandad we just have to leave,though it really seems a sin
But we just can't make a go on 80 acres
No, we just can't make a go on 80 acres

So it's one last look around the place before we have to go
How we'll make it in the city, the good Lord only knows
I hate to leave my birthplace with its dusty windowsills
But twenty years of toil and sweat have only brought me bills

And there stands the porch swing where they spent so many hours
My Grandma and my Grandpa, two western Kansas flowers
They had the good and bad of it, as much as anyone
We'll be leaving now for Kansas City with the setting sun

Copyright, Jerry Rau

If anyone knows where Jerry is, let me know. He's probably singing on a street corner right now, blowing on his hands to keep them warm.

Jerry