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harvest home - herb pedersen lyrics

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i’m the last of the sons
sharecropped and seasoned
born to labor and buried in the dust
’cause i’ve seen my father’s dream
dried up and lean
’til hunger drove him under
and left the plow to rust

now i live by the gun
where men die for nothin’
stakin’ my life on a wildcatters strike
but the rain and the sun
don’t stop an engine
a hundred feet or so
lord i know this time i’m right

and when she blows
i’ll hear her thunder
rain black gold
on a dustbowl farmer
just punch a hole and when she lets go
i’ll bring my harvest home

this life’s so hard won it’s lost its meaning
winnin’s breakin’ even and livin’ bein’ broke
still i reap what i sow and if the oils aflowin’
down that river i’ll be goin’ to my harvest home
and when she blows
i’ll hear her thunder
rain black gold
on a dustbowl farmer
just punch a hole and when she lets go
i’ll bring my harvest home

i’ll bring my harvest home
i’ll bring my harvest home

- herb pedersen lyrics

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