Song of the Day

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 never grown
They just blown around from town to town til their back out on to these fields
Where they fall from, from my hand back into the dirt of this hard land

Now me and my sister, from Germantown yeah we did ride
Well we made our beds, sir, from the rock on the mountain side
We’ve been blowing around from town to town looking for a place to land
Where the sun burst through the clouds to fall like a circle, like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Well now even the rain it don’t come around, don’t come around here no more
And the only sound at night’s the wind slamming that back porch door
It stirs you up like it wants to just blow you down, twisting and churning up the sand
Leaving all them scarecrows lying face down, face down in the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill I hear a tape deck blasting “Home On The Range”
I can see them bar rim choppers sweeping low across the plains
It’s me and you Frank, we’re looking for lost cattle, our hooves twisting and churning up the sand
We’re riding in the whirlwind, searching for lost treasure way down south of the Rio Grande
We’re riding cross that river in the moonlight up onto the banks of this hard land

Hey Frank, won’t you 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
We’ll sleep in the fields, we’ll sleep by the rivers, and in the morning we’ll make a plan
Well 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