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See that man in the field over yonder |
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With dirt on his hands and a loan on his back |
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He's the man that puts the food on your table |
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He's the man that grows the clothes on your back |
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Were running a mile out of the house he was born in |
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Tending on the sidelines and watching him fall |
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Selling his land to the big corporations |
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What you gonna do when they get it all |
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He's been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw |
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Turned down sold out, put out to graze |
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He's been pushed you know when he can push no more |
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It gets a little harder everyday [chorus] |
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He's the American farmer |
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And he damn hard to beat |
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Better wake up |
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America, wake up |
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America Coz if the man don't work then the people don't eat |
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He's sending the high tech stuff of to |
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Russia I can't figure what where doing it for |
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We should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton |
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Coz a loaf of bread never started no war |
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See that man in the middle of city |
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Eatin' outta garbage cans, sleepin' in the street |
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See that baby, moping in the kitty |
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To make ends meet |
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It's a damn disgrace on the face of |
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America Hungry people everywhere you go |
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Children in |
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Africa starving by the fields |
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While the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose [chorus] |
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He's an American, he's an |
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American, he's an |
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American, |
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American farmer |
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Never him through |
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Coz if he goes down swinging |
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You better know where gonna go down swinging to [chorus] |
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I said the people don't eat |
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I said the people don't eat |
