Okay, I've got it now, but let me just warn you this is a hang down your head and slit your wrists kind of song, so don't read on unless you've taken your medication... On a poor farm west of town Charlie Dalton can be found Living on the land his daddy owned With his mule team going round working in hard rocky ground Just following the plough is all he knows Chorus: Oh he does the best he can He's a hardworking man By the sweat of his brow and by the hoe All he really owns is time In his pockets not a dime He's an old time farmer When the summer's hot and dry And the children they all cry and the water in the well is getting low Guess there's cause for alarm There's a mortgage on his farm And disappointment everywhere he goes (Chorus) Greasy biscuits and black coffee his wife Kate does provide In that fading homemade dress that she's sewed Guess there's not much left to chew With the children needing shoes and the winter coming with ice and snow (chorus) Now the weathered barn is leaning there's rust upon the tin the old home place looks lonesome in the January wind Sitting by the dying fire In his rocking chair Charlie bows his head and prays to God for a better crop next year See what I mean? Love the tune, though.
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