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Harold Wilson

アーティスト:Fred Eaglesmith 

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Harold Wilson is my name, son Why don't you sit a spell I live right here on the Fergusson Road At the Paradise Motel And though you do not know me There's a story I like to tell It's a story that I'm sure you know well It's a story that I'm sure you know well I had me a place on Thunder Ridge In a doomsday shack My wife had left and took the kids A couple of years back And I spent most of my mornings Thinking about that And my afternoons trying to figure out what to plant I spent my afternoons trying to figure out what to plant Did you ever try to farm a farm With a pick and a shovel Try to put a field into corn Just wouldn't grow nothin' Starin' down across the town You wonder why I even bother When up the road there's a vacant room Climate control and colour And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars And you could stay there by the month for a hundred dollars There wasn't money in corn And there wasn't money in beans They took my telephone, shut off my electricity Then a letter came in the mail Saying there's taxes owed by me If I was ever going to pay Well, I had three weeks If I was ever going to pay Well, I had three weeks Did you ever try to farm a farm With a pick and a shovel Try to put a field into corn Just wouldn't grow nothin' Starin' down across the town


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