Farm Called Nowhere

FARM CALLED NOWHERE

NOW THE WIND IS BLOWING AND THE DUST IS SPINNING AROUND
AND EVERYTHING'S LAID BARE ON THIS FARM CALLED NOWHERE
AIN'T BEEN NOTHIN' BUT RATS GNAWIN' AT THE ROOTS
NOTHIN' BUT CROWS CARRYING OFF LAMBS FROM THE EWES
CAN'T SEEM TO GET ANY WATER OUT OF THIS WELL
AND EVEN THAT TRACTOR'S ENGINE IS SHOT TO HELL
TOOK ME SIX WEEKS TO DRAG OUT THE STUMPS
OF THOSE OLD WILLOW TREES FROM SUCKING MUD
NOW THE WHOLE FIELD HAS TURNED TO DUST

ONLY THING GROWING HERE NOW IS WEEDS AND RUST


SO KATHLEEN DON'T YOU COME AROUND AND SEE ME THIS WAY
NOTHIN' BEEN GOING RIGHT SINCE YOU WENT EAST ON THAT TRAIN
LOOKS LIKE THE DEVIL IS GONNA TAKE ME AWAY
I'M HEADED SIX FEET DOWN IN THIS SOIL OF FLINT AND CLAY
LATEST FOOL BURIED ON A FARM CALLED NOWHERE

Originally written 1997: Farm-Hand's radio tape

Category:

Music

Tags:

• american
• folk
• country
• english folk
• acoustic
• acoustic guitar
• folk rock
• folk music