Neil Young - Last Of A Dying Breed Lyrics
Well I hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breedLiving off the land and taking what he needsDont say much for the future when a family cant surviveI hate to say the farmer was the last of his kindIn the struggle for parity, not one mans voice can soundCuz the foundation of the conglomerate is firmly in the groundYeah they wanna feed the world, but for power and for greedThen theyll cut off the supply until they get what they needWell I dreamed I saw a dustbowl where the farmers used to liveEarth was flying thru the sky, it had nothing left to giveTractors were burning on the white house lawnJust woke up one morning and the farmers all were goneWell I hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breedLiving off the land and taking what he needsDont say much for the future when a family cant surviveI hate to say the farmer was the last of his kindDont say much for the future when a family cant surviveI hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind
