From the album Wicked Lines & Veins

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Lyrics

A quarter pasture on a rich man’s farm
Turn the rich man’s soil
I left school when I was young
To turn a rich man’s soil

And we ran water all through the fields
A dime for a dollar
We prayed for rain and autumn’s yield
A dime for a dollar

In the summer months we steeled our will
Dreaming of the snow
Our landlord sat up on his hill
Dreaming of the snow

We shucked that corn and ground that wheat
Bloody on the brow
We culled the herd for autumn feed
Bloody on the brow

Mama died in early June
A shadow in the dark
And soon my daddy followed suit
A shadow in the dark

I started out at the fields and trees
The only life I’d known
I begged the landlord for the deed
And the only life I’d known

He said, “No, no boy; you know you’re just fifteen
You ain’t got the wits in you to make a dime for me
I’m calling in the suits, they’ll know what to do
So pack up what you need and leave the keys out on the stoop.”

A bible for to keep my prayers
And whiskey from the jar
And a ribbon from my momma’s hair
And whiskey from the jar

And a thirty aught six, a thirty aught six
And a pocket full of shells
I made my way up to the ridge
With a pocket full of shells

A quarter pasture on a rich man’s farm
Turn the rich man’s soil
Six feet deep and six feet long
Turn a rich man’s soil
I turned a rich man’s soil