This Hard Land (Album Version)

Well, 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 never grown They just blown around from town to town back out on to these fields Where they fall from, from my hand back into the dirt of this hard land Come on Well, me and my sister from Germantown, yeah, we did ride And we made our beds, sir, from the rock on the mountain side We've been blowing around from town to town looking for a place to land Where the sun could break through the clouds and fall like a circle, like a circle of fire down on this hard land Well, now even the rain it don't come around, don't come around here no more And the only sound at night's the wind slamming that back porch door Yeah, it stirs you up like it wants to just blow you down, twisting and churning up the sand Leaving all them scarecrows lying face down into the dirt of this hard land Well, from a building up on the hill I hear a tape deck blasting Home On The Range And I can hear them bar rim choppers sweeping low across the plains It's me and you Frank, we're looking for lost cattle, our hooves twisting and churning up the sand Yeah, we're riding in the whirlwind, searching for a treasure way down south of the Rio Grande We're riding cross that river in the moonlight way up onto the banks of this hard land Well, hey Frank, won't you pack your bags and meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall Ah, just one kiss from you my brother and we'll ride until we fall We'll sleep out in the fields, we'll sleep by the rivers, and in the morning we'll make a plan Well, 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 Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa