This Hard Land
Hey there mister can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown  
Can you give me a reason sir as to why they've never grown             
They've just blown around from town to town                            
                                                                        
Till they're back out on these fields                                  
Where they fall from my hand                                           
Back into the dirt of this hard land                                   
                                                                        
Now me and my sister from Germantown                                   
We did ride                                                            
We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside                  
We been blowin' around from town to town                               
Lookin for a place to stand                                            
Where the sun burst through the cloud                                  
To fall like a circle                                                  
Like a circle of fire down on this hard land                           
                                                                        
Now even the rain it don't come 'round                                 
It don't come 'round here no more                                      
And the only sound at night's the wind                                 
Slammin' the back porch door                                           
It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down 
Twistin' and churnin' up the sand                   
Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down         
Face down in the dirt of this hard land             
From a building up on the hill                           
I can hear a tape deck blastin' ";Home on the Range";      
I can see them Bar-M choppers                            
Sweepin' low across the plains                           
It's me and you Frank we're lookin' for lost cattle      
Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand             
We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure
Way down south of the Rio Grande                         
We're ridin' cross that river                            
In the moonlight                                         
Up onto the banks of this hard land                      
                                                          
Hey Frank won't ya pack your bags                        
And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall                 
Just one kiss from you my brother                        
And we'll ride until we fall                             
Well sleep in the fields                                 
We'll sleep by the rivers and in the morning             
We'll make a plan                                        
We'll if you can't make it                               
Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive                       
If you can                                               
And meet me in a dream of this hard land