From: merlebarnes@ns.sympatico.ca   
      
   Thirty Years Of Farming   
    (James King)   
      
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   There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up   
   yesterday   
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   And when we saw it, we all ran out just to see what it had to say.   
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   And when we read it, our eyes filled with tears, and they fell to the cold,   
   hard clay   
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   Something about a mortgage, something about foreclosure, something about   
   failing to pay.   
      
   Chorus:   
   Oh, and on the post by the general store, they put up a little sign   
   An auction sale day after tomorrow at the end of Lincoln Line   
   Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to   
   day   
   Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned, there was   
   nothing left to say.   
      
   Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down as she walked amongst the flowers in   
   the yard   
   And every number the auctioneer called was like a blow to her precious heart   
   And every number the auctioneer called meant another thing was sold that day   
   'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching as they loaded it   
   and drove it away.   
      
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   At the day's first dawning, we awoke this morning, there was nothing for us   
   to do,   
   Nothing in the granary, no hay in the mow, no cattle, no tractor, no tools.   
   So we loaded up the car, took the clothes that we wore and a few things we   
   managed to save.   
   Mama read from the Book, we took one last look, and then we drove away.   
      
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   Oh, my daddy stopped talking the day the farm was auctioned, there was   
   nothing left to say.   
      
      
      
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   > Can anyone send me the lyrics to James Kings "Thirty Years of Farming"   
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