Cottonwood Farm

Lyrics

Workin' all day, workin' hard Silver head, but never tired He went home with a moon rise He was more wise than the trees Out on Cottonwood On Cottonwood Farm Raised a family, broke his back Always drove the Pontiac Workin' in the Winter I see a splinter-covered man Out on Cottonwood On Cottonwood Farm Church goin' Cotton growin' And the river flowin' Through the trees Hogs soarin' Weevil borin' And the rain pourin' He was always on his knees Pullin' a sack out in the sun He never lied to no one Fishin' with the young men Was the old man's only fun Out on Cottonwood On Cottonwood Farm We were running, always running Through the snow, through the kitchen Up the stairs The foul runway Through the summer, we were runnin' With our horses in a river And the sun Out of time Out of reach of tears We were in years We built a fort Found a cave We killed a monster We went out and rove Pirate's Cove The treasure above diamonds We saw stars We were runnin' off to school We were older, we were faster We were gone By the break of day Out of reach of tears "Goodbye, Grandfather Must be running Gotta go and find my children Where have they gone? Don't they ever walk? Don't they ever slow down? Don't they ever walk?" I used to think his eyes were melting For gazing at the wind and weather Now I know he cried sometimes Now I know he cried "You got it. Come, Daddy, let it go." He wouldn't ever admit it though He was not a backin' man He bought Grandmama her radio Every Sunday mornin', Listenin' Show He was not a listenin' man Dressed up like a scarecrow He hid up behind a tree He get 'bout growlin' like a grizzly bear And frighten the life outta me And I screamed runnin' Takes us to town to see the show Never ever wanna see it though He was not a watchin' man He was not a watchin' man, oh no, no Not a watchin' man He used to listen to my rock and roll He never really liked it though He was not a rockin' man We were down at the fishin' hole I was fishin' from an old junk chair The fish pulled all 6 years of me Head up to my hair You'd had to be there Milkin' cows on the 4th of July Five crackers in the cattle pie Out of the barn came an angry man He was not a modern man, oh no, oh no Not a modern man They paid Granddaddy not to plant cotton They paid Granddaddy not to plant corn And they grew wheat 'til the wheat grew rotten He hadn't seen the likes since he was born They came out lookin' in their helicopter They really didn't mean to do no harm They came to grow wheat with a caterpillar And paid hard cash for Cottonwood They cut down the tree and they bowed down the cotton They dammed up the river and they broke its arm Old times there are not forgotten Just lost in dreams Lost in dreams Lost in dreams Lost in dreams Lost in dreams Of Cottonwood Farm