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A Month of Sundays

アーティスト:Don Henley  アルバム:Building the Perfect Beast  作詞:HENLEY DONALD HUGH  作曲:HENLEY DONALD HUGH 

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I used to work for Harvester I used to use my hands I used to make the tractors and the combines That plowed and harvested these great lands But now i see my handiwork on the block, everywhere i turn And i see the clouds cross the weathered faces And i watch the harvest burn I quit the plant in '57 Had some time for farming them Banks back then was lending money The banker was the farmer's friend I've seen dogs day, dusty days Last spring snows and early fall sleets Held the leather reigns in my hand And felt the soft ground under my feet Between the hot dry weather, the taxes and the Cold War Its been hard to make ends meat But I always put the clothes on our backs Always put the shoes on our feet My grandson he comes home from college He says "we get the government we deserve" My son in law just shakes his head and says "That little punk, he never had to serve" And i sit here in the shadow of suburbia And look out across these empty fields And i sit here in earshot of


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