Have you ever had the chance to live on a farm
Doesn’t have to be a hundred acres to charm
Eight and one half acres for three plus years I got to live
62-65 Hard times here in these Appalachian Hills
Many times our food supply was what we grew or killed.
Hard times, with walls, roofs, and food we can all survive
Real hard times are coming, Farming will be a valuable skill
Four summers I curled my toes in the dirt while planting seeds
Surprising how self-sufficient you become when you have to be
Living on that little farm even so long ago memories I still see.
Fifty years ago we left the farm down on Crooked Creek
Still have a few pictures from that time and sense, good memories
Cows and chickens get fed but then there is the pigs and the slop
What do I miss the most, the lost innocence of my youth I suppose
Looking back I see that the farm was one of the better places I’ve lived.
If you are would up and bound up in some big city
Take the Hound get out into the open country air
Pick some strawberries, check see if the melons are ready
Listen to the sounds of the goats and the cattle, or the silence
Fresh ham, bacon, eggs, milk, and butter you didn’t have to buy
I would rather die poor on my farm than breathing smog in a high-rise.