The old man loaded up everything that he owned
On a wagon and headed out west
The old woman fearlessly faced the unknown
Cause she figured he knew what was best
And they settled down hard on a government grant
With six mouths to feed and forty acres to plant

And the rain came down
Like an angel come down from above
And the rain came down
It'll wash you away and there ain't never enough

Fall turned to winter another year gone
Over and over again
Some took their lives from their land and moved on
And some stayed on to plow it back in
And the good Lord he giveth and he taketh away
And the restless shall go and the faithful shall stay

Now my grandaddy died in the room he was born in
Twenty-three summers ago
But I could have sworn he was beside me this morning
When the sheriff showed up at my door
So don't you come around here with your auctioneer man
Cause you can have the machines but you ain't taking my land

Writer : EARLE, STEVE / WOODY, MICHAEL
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BUG MUSIC