see that man in the field over yonder with dirt on his hands and a loan on his back he s the man that puts the food on your table he s the man that grows the clothes on your back were running a mile out of the house he was born in tending on the sidelines and watching him fall selling his land to the big corporations what you going to do when they get it all he s been rolled for sure treated like a outlaw turned down sold out put out to graze he s been pushed you know when he can push no more it gets a little harder everyday he s the american farmer and he damn hard to beat better wake up america wake up america because if the man don t work then the people don t eat he s sending the high tech stuff of to russia i can t figure what where doing it for we should be sending the wheat and meat and cotton because a loaf of bread never started no war see that man in the middle of city eating out of garbage cans sleeping in the street see that baby moping in the kitty to make ends meet it s a damn disgrace on the face of america hungry people everywhere you go children in africa starving by the fields while the land lays fallow and the banks foreclose he s an american he s an american he s an american american farmer never him through because if he goes down swinging you better know where going to go down swinging to  i said the people don t eat
['classic rock', 'country', 'country rock', 'southern rock']