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John Anderson

Disappearing Farmer

 

Disappearing Farmer

(album: Wild & Blue - 1982)


I remember Grandpa standing over by the gate
His eyes turned up to heaven, wondering why the rain was late
And it seems so sad to look back now and see him lying there
In a $500 casket with the dirt still in his hand

It's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away
Like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday
Makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind
And all he knows is dominoes and some close, old wrinkled friends

Grandpa saw it coming, of that there ain't no doubt
With the bankers on his doorstep and a cotton killing drought
But he was a kind and and he was a gentle man until the bitter end
And he was smiling on his deathbed, glad he hadn't sold out to them

Now a modern two lane blacktop runs across the old homeplace
And the man that ran the graveyard didn't recognize my face
And the ground beneath seems drier now, my God, when will it rain
And pushing pretty flowers around my grandpa's grave

It's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away
Like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday
Makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind
And all he knows is dominoes and some close, old wrinkled friends

And it's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away
Like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday
Makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind...

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