Charlie Parr - South of Austin, North of Lyle lyrics

There was an old man name of Rudy Moen 80 acres was all he owned Old Rudy's clothes didn't fit him right Fit for a man ‘bout twice his size He could wear ‘em when he was young Back then farmin' was all he done Had no wife and he had no kids Raising corn was all he did Now he sits and smokes his pipe Has a sip of whisky every night Here comes the county cuz they want his land It done gone fallow and that won't stand Rudy won't go and he just can't stay That county judge gonna put him away Social worker came by but Rudy ain't home ‘We can't just leave him out here all alone' They found old Rudy down in the shed Hanging on a rope tied round his neck Note in his pocket this is what it said ‘Can't have my home I'd rather be dead'