| He climbs up on his John Deere
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| Shoves a plug of Redman in his jaw
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| His eyes stretch 'cross the valley
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| Way down to where they’re putting up a mall
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| His baseball cap says Kansas
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| The Washington says how much he can grow
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| There’s a bank note in his pocket
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| That says in 30 days they’ll have his home
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| It’s hard living in a broken heartland
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| It’s enough to break a man and his beliefs
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| Lord give him strength to mend this broken heartland
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| 'Cause he’s living proof of a dying breed
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| His sons gone off to college
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| Learning skills that’ll get him off the farm
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| And his wife just keeps it all inside
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| Still he finds his only comfort in her arms
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| And this tractors been his treasure
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| Oh, how could an auction measure its true worth
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| And every night he asks the Father
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| That he may never lose this mother earth
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| It’s hard living in a broken heartland
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| It’s enough to break a man and his beliefs
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| Lord give him strength to mend this broken heartland
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| 'Cause he’s living proof of a dying breed
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| Lord give him strength to mend this broken heartland
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| 'Cause he’s living proof of a dying breed… |