Dave Dudley - Soil Bank lyrics

Well there once was a time that this farm of mine was plowed by a mule and a man They worked from dawn till darkness just tryin' to civilize the sand Spikin' holes then placin' a seed like each one was a friend Then hope they'd planted it deep enough to survive the dusthole winds But lots of things have changed since that ol' mule went to the barn I brought that little ol' house out back inside where it's nice and warm No more blisters from a walkin' plow or chokin' the weedin' hole I just leave the land the way it is and watch good money grow Soil banks and surplus wheat leaves lots of time on my hands But I'll take time over blisters any week And live off the fat of the (live off the fat of the) live off the fat of the land Well as long as they keep payin' me not a work or lift a hand I'm gonna keep on buyin' up all this money makin' sand And I guess I'll be real famous soon and that's a matter of fact They're sayin' they're gonna mention my name in the Farmer's Almanac And I owe it all to Uncle Sam for a deal you just can't beat And I moved from old starvation road to live on Easy Street And I know this golden chain of luck will sooner or later break But by the time that it finally does I won't have to state Soil banks and surplus wheat...