Backline – The Farm

Backline – The Farm Lyrics

Artist: Backline
Song: The Farm

You can’t take my farm even though you say you can
You’ll have to rip this gun from my cold dead hands
No, you can’t take my farm, I’m gonna like to see you try
Before I ever leave this ground, the lead is gonna fly

This land is from my fathers, this land is for my sons
I love this old holler, and I’ll die before I run
My granddaddy plowed this field, my papa after him
They grew the seeds of cotton to take down to the mill

Sweat drops from my mama’s brow, worked her fingers to the bone
She layed a baby in the shade between the cotton rows
And that’s wherе it seeped into my soul
As a baby layin’ in the rows

This land is from my fathers, this land is for my sons
I lovе this old holler, and I’ll die before I run
Get out of here, bankerman, get out while you can
I done told you once, won’t tell you twice, your blood will run red

Oh, get out of here, bankerman, go back to where you came
It’d be a shame if you died today just for a danged old train
This land is from my fathers, this land is for my sons
I love this old holler, and I’ll die before I run

You can’t take my farm
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From the album:
The Farm
Release Year: 2020