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. Till they're back out on these fields. Where they fall from my hand. Back into the dirt of this hard land. Now me and my sister from Germantown. We did ride. We made our bed sir from the rock on the mountainside. We been blowin' around from town to town. Lookin for a place to stand. Where the sun burst 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' the 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. 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. Up onto the banks of this hard land. Hey Frank won't ya pack your bags. And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall. Just one kiss from you my brother. And we'll ride until we fall. Well sleep in the fields. We'll sleep by the rivers and in the morning. We'll make a plan. We'll 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.