This Hard Land

Hey there, mister

Can you tell me what happened to the seeds I've sown?

Can you give me a reason, sir

As to why they've never grown?

They've just blown around from town to town

'Til they're back out on these fields

Here where they fall from my hand

Back into the dirt of this hard land, come on

Now me and my sister

From Germantown, yeah we did ride

Where we made our bed, sir

From the rock on the mountainside

We been blowin' around from town to town

Lookin' for a place to land

Where the sun bursts through the cloud to fall like a circle

Like a circle of fire down on this hard land

Now even the rain it don't come 'round

It don't come 'round here no more

And the only sound at night's the wind

Slammin' that back porch door

It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down

Twistin' and churnin' up the sand

Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' face down

Face down in the dirt of this hard land

From a building up on the hill

I can hear a tape deck blastin', "Home on the range"

I can see them Bar-M choppers

Sweepin' low across the plains

And it's me and you Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle

Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand

We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure

Way down south of the Rio Grande

We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight

Yeah, up onto the banks of this hard land

Hey Frank, won't you pack your bags

And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall

I just want kiss from you, my brother

And we'll ride until we fall

We'll sleep in the fields

We'll sleep by the rivers

And in the morning, we'll make a plan

Well, if you can't make it, stay hard

Stay hungry, stay alive if you can

And meet me in a dream of this hard land

Hello, woo

Oh, woo