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Gord Bamford

Where A Farm Used To Be

 

Where A Farm Used To Be

(album: Country Junkie - 2013)


There's a new Walmart just down the road
across the street from Home Depot,
I can't hear Dick Groombs rooster crow
from the horns blowing, big wheels rolling,
traffic jam coming and going

Got a discount liquor and a skateboard shop,
a five bay Jiffy Lube garage,
a 10 acre blacktop parking lot,
a bunch of wild women window shopping,
a drive through bank and a Baskin Robbins

Where a farm used to be as far as you can see,
and those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait,
yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow
if he poked his head down through them clouds
and saw what was growing in his field of dreams,
taking over like thistle weeds
Where a farm used to be

My daddy says back in 69
it was old grain trucks and combines,
crickets singing in the moonshine,
in your jeans and boots, campfire songs
now it's urban jungle and lip neon.

Where a farm used to be as far as you can see,
and those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait,
yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow,
if he poked his head down through them clouds
and saw what was growing in his field of dreams,
taking over like thistle weed.
Where a farm used to be.

Well and Old MacDonald would have a cow,
if he poked his head down through them clouds
and saw what was growing in his field of dreams,
taking over like thistle weeds.
Where a farm used to be
Where a farm used to be

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