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  • Lyrics:Don Henley Music:Don Henley
    I used to work for Harvester
    I used to use my hand
    I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land
    Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
    And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn
    I quit the plant in '57
    Had some time for farmin' then
    Banks back then were lending money
    The banker was the farmer's friend
    And I've seen the dog days and dusty days
    Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
    I've held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feet
    Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meet
    But I always put the shoes on our feet
    My grandson, he comes home from college
    He says, 'We get the government we deserve'
    My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, 'That little punk, he never had to serve'
    And I sit here in the suburbs and look out across these empty fields
    I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels
    The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too
    Me, I just know how to raise things
    That was all I ever knew
    Now, it all comes down to numbers
    Now, I'm glad that I have quit
    Folks these days just don't do nothin'
    Simply for the love of it
    I went into town on the Fourth of July
    Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
    Watched 'um break out the brass and beat on the drum
    One step forward and two steps back
    And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said 'Be Prepared to Stop'
    Pray for the independent, little man
    I don't see next year's crop
    And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
    And I hear the crickets hum
    I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers never come
    I sit here and listen to the wind blow
    I sit here and rub my hands
    I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder if I'll see my companion again
  • Lyrics:Don Henley Music:Don Henley
    I used to work for Harvester
    I used to use my hand
    I used to make the tractors and the combines that plowed and harvested this great land
    Now I see my handiwork on the block everywhere I turn
    And I see the clouds 'cross the weathered faces and I watch the harvest burn
    I quit the plant in '57
    Had some time for farmin' then
    Banks back then were lending money
    The banker was the farmer's friend
    And I've seen the dog days and dusty days
    Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
    I've held the leather reins in my hands and felt the soft ground under my feet
    Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes, and the Cold War it's been hard to make ends meet
    But I always put the shoes on our feet
    My grandson, he comes home from college
    He says, 'We get the government we deserve'
    My son-in-law just shakes his head and says, 'That little punk, he never had to serve'
    And I sit here in the suburbs and look out across these empty fields
    I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels
    The big boys, they all got computers; got incorporated, too
    Me, I just know how to raise things
    That was all I ever knew
    Now, it all comes down to numbers
    Now, I'm glad that I have quit
    Folks these days just don't do nothin'
    Simply for the love of it
    I went into town on the Fourth of July
    Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
    Watched 'um break out the brass and beat on the drum
    One step forward and two steps back
    And I saw a sign on Easy Street, said 'Be Prepared to Stop'
    Pray for the independent, little man
    I don't see next year's crop
    And I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
    And I hear the crickets hum
    I sit and watch the lightning in the distance but the showers never come
    I sit here and listen to the wind blow
    I sit here and rub my hands
    I sit here and listen to the clock strike, and I wonder if I'll see my companion again