Song Description
A small farmer, working for a living can't keep up with costs as hard as he may work. empathy for local farmer. Farm Aid
| Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Country - Rock, Country - Traditional |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Worried, Moving |
Subject |
Farmer, Miracles |
| Similar Artists |
Kenny Rogers, Willie Nelson |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Honest Dirt
© Cindy Prince and Arnie Davidson 2009
Saw a black car, kick up dust on his road
Pulled in behind his pickup truck
He shook the soft smooth hands of a city man
Said he was running out of luck
"Well I bought life insurance long ago
So I guess I'll see you later"
He said "90 days till we foreclose"
Left behind a stack of papers
God, give me a tractor, give me an acre
Give me a row that I can hoe
Show me a chance to make a living
On some open fertile land
Let me find honest dirt on my hands.
He felt his boots draggin, his head hangin low
The sparkle gone from both his eyes
There's something wrong here,
I've worked so hard for so long
I'm worth more dead than bein' alive
Winter's coming, days are short
Life is giving me a beating
I've kept my family fed and clothed
Now those ends are far from meeting
Give me a tractor, give me an acre
Give me a row that I can hoe
Give me a strong back working a long day
Tending a crop that I can grow
Show me a chance to make a living
On some open fertile land
Let me unite the seed and the sunlight
Let me find honest dirt on my hands
I took a chance among the living, working on this fertile land
Now I'll be remembered, buried beneath here, covered with honest dirt, the honest dirt of my hands