Afternoon Matinee: Protest - Thirty Years of Farming

Performed by Fred Eaglesmith

There's a little white note on a gate by the road

That a man put up yesterday

And when we saw it we all ran out

Just to see what it had to say

And when we read it our eyes filled with tears

And they fell to the cold hard clay

Something 'bout a mortgage

Something 'bout foreclosure

Something 'bout failing to pay

Oh, and on the post by the general store

They've put up a little sign

An auction sale, day after tomorrow

At the end of the Lincoln Line

Thirty years of farming

Thirty years of heartache

Thirty years of day to day

Oh, my Daddy stopped talking

The day the farm was auctioned

There was nothing left to say

Oh, my Mama's tears fell freely down

As she walked amongst the flowers in the yard

And every number the auctioneer called

Was like a blow to her precious heart

And every number the auctioneer called

Meant another thing was sold that day

Till everything was auctioned

And we stood there watching

As they loaded it and drove it away

Oh, and on the post by the general store

They've put up a little sign

An auction sale, day after tomorrow

At the end of the Lincoln Line

Thirty years of farming

Thirty years of heartache

Thirty years of day to day

Oh, my Daddy stopped talking

The day the farm was auctioned

There was nothing left to say

At the day's first dawning

We awoke this morning

There was nothing for us to do

Nothing in the granary

No hay in the mow

No cattle, no tractor, no tools

So we loaded up the car

With the clothes that we wore

And the few things we managed to save

Mama read from The Book

We took one last look

And then we drove away

Oh, and on the post by the general store

They've put up a little sign

An auction sale day after tomorrow

At the end of the Lincoln Line

Thirty years of farming

Thirty years of heartache

Thirty years of day to day

Oh, my Daddy stopped talking

The day the farm was auctioned

There was nothing left to say

Oh, my Daddy stopped talking

The day the farm was auctioned

There was nothing left to say

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