SWEAT, BLOOD and DIRT

Weeds and lawyers try to take our land
The banker’s representative was soulless
He said he hoped that we would understand
And he handed me a notice of foreclosure
Then crackling in the kitchen on the two-way radio
We overheard his cell phone as he headed down the road

(He said) They’re nothing but a bunch of farmers
They gambled on the rain and lost their shirts
Scratchin in the dirt ain't got no future
They can’t pay bills with sweat, blood and dirt

The auctioneer he tried to do his best
To fetch the highest price for our possessions
He’d take his cut the bank would get the rest
This would be a total liquidation
Then the Johnson's bought our farmhouse for thirty-seven bucks
our land sold for a dollar, now the bank is outa’ luck
‘Cause families came a runnin’ like a fire alarm
Our neighbors stood together and gave us back our farm

Cause they’re nothing but a bunch of farmers
A little short on luck but long on work
Yeah, they're nothing but a bunch of farmers
And they paid our bills with sweat, blood and dirt
Hangin' on in the heartland, farmin' to survive
It's more than just a job, it's a way of life...

for a bunch of farmers
A little short on luck, but long on work
Yeah, we're nothing but a bunch of farmers
We pay our bills, with sweat, blood and dirt
Yeah we're nothing but a bunch of farmers
Trying to pay our bills with sweat, blood and dirt