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I worked the land to raise a family Til I was weary to the bone But hard labor never bothered me Lord it's all I've ever known Too many seasons are calamity And too much ant to rest the whole night long I'm half the size that I used to be And half of that is stone The crops ain't worth the seeding 10 will only get you 5 the last stock ima feedin' I can hardly keep 'em alive I gotta do what I can to survive I know the law wont be forgiving But that'll be the choice I make I used to farm for a living And now I'm in the growing trade the summer beauty of the cotton field was like a view from heavens door my granddaddy said that harvest time was what the good lord made us for Letras de cancionesI guess he'd wonder where's the dignity In a crop you raise to burn But this land is my legacy I got nowhere else to turn Shotgun on my shoulder Where a tote sack oughta be The thieves are getting bolder And the feds may be watchin' me I gotta quit this eventually I know the law wont be forgiving But that'll be the choice I make I used to farm for a living But now I'm in the growing trade Helicopters in the distance Coming closer everyday They're gonna meet some resistance Aint no price I wouldn't pay There won't be any difference When they take it all away Between the cop in the jail house And the lay out beneath the clay I guess there's nothing to do now but pray I know the law wont be forgiving But that'll be the choice I make I used to farm for a living And now I'm in the growing trade (Thanks to Robert Hanley for these lyrics) From Letras Mania