| They won’t have me, but I love this place.
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| The rural life is broken, the farmlands gone to chaff.
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| My hands are idle, my mind needs rest,
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| the toil of the decent and the sleep of the best.
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| I sit in diners with the old men,
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| they talk of work cause it’s all they ever did.
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| They gave their hearts to Jesus and got serious
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| They gave up their drinking and worked for this nothing.
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| All this love to offer, all this love to waste.
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| All this love to offer, all this love to waste.
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| There’s a lame dog on the highway
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| where the old road used to be.
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| Now you know what divides us Is just a difference someone made.
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| Some got tired of trying, some were just too scared to stay.
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| We gave ourselves to nothing and we let 'em have their day.
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| Now who’s gonna do the planting?
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| Who’s gonna pray for rain?
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| Who’s gonna keep the farmland
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| from the sub-division man?
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| All this love to offer, all this love to waste. |