Don Henley A Month Of Sundays lyrics

Don Henley A Month Of Sundays lyrics

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Send "Don Henley A Month Of Sundays" Ringtone to your Cell I used to work for Harvester I used to use my hands I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn And I see the clouds `cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn I quit the plant in `57 Had some time for farmin` then Banks back then was lendin` money The banker was the farmer`s friend And I`ve seen dog days and dusty days; Late spring snow and early fall sleet; I`ve held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feet Between the hot dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it`s been hard to make ends meet But I always kept the clothes on our backs; I always put the shoes on our feet My grandson, he comes home from college He says, `We get the government we deserve.` My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, `That little punk, he never had to serve.` And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs and look out across these empty fields I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin` of the wheels The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too Me, I just know how to raise things That was all I ever knew Now, it all comes down to numbers Now I`m glad that I have quit Folks these days just don`t do nothin` simply for the love of it I went into town on the Fourth of July Watched `em parade past the Union Jack Watched `em break out the brass and beat on the drum One step forward and two steps back And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said, `Be Prepared to Stop.` Pray for the independent, little man I don`t see next year`s crop And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight And I hear the crickets hum I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers never come I sit here and listen to the wind blow I sit here and rub my hands I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder when I`ll see my companion again Send "Don Henley A Month Of Sundays" Ringtone to your Cell Don Henley A Month Of Sundays lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Don Henley A Month Of Sundays lyrics @ ELyrics | Don Henley A Month Of Sundays lyrics @ Kovideo | Henley Don Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Don Henley A Month Of Sundays lyrics @ Songlyrics | Don Henley A Month Of Sundays lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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