Well there once was a time that this farm
of mine was plowed by a mule and a man
They worked from dawn till darkness just
tryin' to civilize the sand
Spikin' holes then placin' a
seed like each one was a friend
Then hope they'd planted it deep
enough to survive the dusthole winds
But lots of things have changed since
that ol' mule went to the barn
I brought that little ol' house out back
inside where it's nice and warm
No more blisters from a walkin' plow
or chokin' the weedin' hole
I just leave the land the way it is
and watch good money grow
Soil banks and surplus wheat
leaves lots of time on my hands
But I'll take time over blisters any week
And live off the fat of the (live off the fat of
the) live off the fat of the land
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Well as long as they keep payin' me
not a work or lift a hand
I'm gonna keep on buyin' up all
this money makin' sand
And I guess I'll be real famous soon
and that's a matter of fact
They're sayin' they're gonna mention
my name in the Farmer's Almanac
And I owe it all to Uncle Sam for
a deal you just can't beat
And I moved from old starvation
road to live on Easy Street
An d I know this golden chain of
luck will sooner or later break
But by the time that it finally does
I won't have to state
Soil banks and surplus wheat...