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[Intro] G C G Em D G [Verse 1]
GWell I’d hate to see the farmer Was the Clast of a dying Gbreed Living off the Emland And Dtaking what he Gneeds
Don't say much for the future
WChen a family can't sGurvive I'd hate to say the fEmarmer Was the Dlast of his Gkind.
[Verse 2]
GIn the struggle for parity Not Cone man's voice can Gsound Cause the Emfoundation of the conDglomerate Is Cfirmly in the Gground.
Yeah, they want to feed the world
But for Cpower and for Ggreed Then they'll cut off the Emsupply Until they Dget what they Gneed.
[Verse 3]
GWell I dreamed I saw a dust bowl Where the Cfarmers used to Glive EmEarth was flying Amthrough the sky It had Dnothing left to Ggive
Tractors were burning
On the CWhitehouse Glawn Just woke up one Emmorning And the Dfarmers all were Ggone
[Verse 4]
GI hate to say the farmer Was the Clast of a dying Gbreed Living off the Emland And Dtaking what he Gneeds.
Don't say much for the future
CWhen a family can't Gsurvive. I'd hate to say the Emfarmer Was the Dlast of his Gkind.
Don't say much for the future
CWhen a family can't Gsurvive. I'd hate to say the Emfarmer Was the Dlast of his Gkind