Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broken Plow , by - Chris Knight. Song from the album The Jealous Kind, in the genre Release date: 31.12.2005
Record label: Drifter's Church
Song language: English
Broken Plow |
| Load up the old dodge truck |
| We’ll leave what we can’t sell |
| Nobody needs a sharecropper’s tools |
| Or a dust filled well |
| Take you one last look around |
| Shed you one last tear |
| For the broken plow, the broken dreams |
| And the life we’re leaving here |
| Pull the lines down tight |
| The kids can ride on top of the load |
| In the cool of the night |
| They can crawl underneath the tarp |
| To stay out of the cold |
| Eleven hundred miles of mountain and sand |
| We’ll cross 'em tired and torn |
| If this beat up truck can carry us |
| Far enough away from the storm |
| We’re going to California |
| There’s work there for a man |
| Too proud to beg for charity |
| Too poor to make a stand |
| Pray it’s just the land we’re losing |
| Not my life’s blood that I leave |
| On the handles of that broken plow |
| That haunts me in my dreams |
| A man at a roadside station |
| Don’t like dealing with my kind |
| He’d beat me out of my last dollar |
| And never look me in the eye |
| I heard 'em call us okies |
| Hell I don’t know what that means |
| But something tells me the promised land |
| Ain’t as promising as it seems |
| This restless road is full of strangers |
| They ain’t no stranger than I am |
| Hardened faces damn the dust and curse the wind |
| That drove us from this life and home |
| We’ll never know again |
| On the handles of my broken plow that haunts me in my dreams |