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The Ole Family Farm
I remember back when I was a lad,
Just forty acres is all that we had;
And with just two horses we tilled the land,
Part of it hills...and the other part sand.
In our own little way we planted the grain,
And then said a prayer for a little rain;
Daddy always said when you worked the land,
That you and the Good Lord worked hand and hand.
Why I've seen Daddy's hands when they would crack and bleed,
From shocking the corn and shelling the seed;
I guess times were hard in many ways
But I still think those were the Good Ole Days'.