From the recording Adventure Sure Enough
Steve Hanson – Slide guitar, Double Bass, Backing Vocals
Ron Johnson – Acoustic guitar & Vocals
Lyrics
4) SELLING THE OLD CHURCH FARM
Memories surround us, feelings astound us,
As we sit here and look all around.
It's just an old farm, fields, creeks, and barns,
But my whole life grew out of her arms.
The hayfield is not cut, and the house needs fixed up,
But it's still a place to visit and lay your head.
Bluebirds have a home by the fence line overgrown,
Stored adventures overflowing from the shed.
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Where does your food come from, smell the hay, then there’s none.
You can feel an old farm in your soul,
Where lightening bugs, tire swings, and poems live free,
Old farms are like homegrown you and me.
The county once tried to take the creek, put garbage in the water we drink.
Oh, bureaucrat boys, have you done gone, lost your minds?
Five-foot three, steel gray eyes, never flinch, never sigh;
Fifty-ton yellow crawler, not this time.
Two brothers, two sisters, through the fields we ran and played,
Till the merry-go-round of life pulled us away.
But this old farm still holds us like something deep inside us,
As we look back on those young carefree days.
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When it came time to sell her, like the movie Old Yeller,
Sure hard to leave an old friend and move on.
Like bare feet on hard gravel, I could feel the falling gavel,
On my empty heart when I realized it's gone.
Where do old memories go, where do old rivers flow?
The Shiloh Church farm planted love long ago,
When farm families knew simple and free,
And love that’s real for a farm boy like me.
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