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'