That the best of times ain't happened yet
The gilded age has long been done
And so many lost when the west was won
Let's go to the field were gonna do some work
Spend our day digging in the dirt
We'll hope for rain to follow the plow
And this piece of ground is a homestead now
This little piece of ground is a homestead now
Three square meals and a living wage
Reminds me of the good ol' days
Before the manifest destiny of the factory farms
When those cut throats came and burned down the barn
Underneath the black locust tree
There's a shady place that waits for me
To rest my bones and to rest my mind
I'm gonna rest right here when I die
Write this down and don't forget
That the best of times ain't happened yet
Write this down, and don't forget That the best of times ain't happened yet The gilded age has long been done And so many lost when the west was won Let's go to the field were gonna do some work Spend our day digging in the dirt We'll hope for rain to follow the plow And this piece of ground is a homestead now This little piece of ground is a homestead now Three square meals and a living wage Reminds me of the good ol' days Before the manifest destiny of the factory farms When those cut throats came and burned down the barn Underneath the black locust tree There's a shady place that waits for me To rest my bones and to rest my mind I'm gonna rest right here when I die Write this down and don't forget That the best of times ain't happened yet Explain Request ×
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