text: Hey there mister, can you tell me what happened to the seeds Ive sown
  Can you give me a reason sir as to why theyve never grown
  Theyve just blown around from town to town
  Till theyre back out on these fields
  Where they fall from my hand
  Back into the dirt of this hard land
  Now me and my sister
  From Germantown we did ride
  We made our bed, sir
  From the rock on the mountainside
  We been blowin around from town to town
  Lookin for a place to stand
  Where the sun burst through the cloud to fall like a circle
  Like a circle of fire down on this hard land
  Now even the rain it dont come round
  It dont come round here no more
  And the only sound at nights the wind
  Slammin the back porch door
  It just stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
  Twistin and churnin up the sand
  Leavin all them scarecrows lyin face down
  Facedown in the dirt of this hard land
  From a building up on the hill
  I can hear a tape deck blastin Home on the Range
  I can see them Bar-M choppers sweepin low across the plains
  Its me and you Frank were lookin for lost cattle
  Our hooves twistin and churnin up the sand
  Were ridin in the whirlwind searchin for lost treasure
  Way down south of the Rio Grande
  Were ridin cross that river in the moonlight
  Up onto the banks of this hard land
  Hey Frank, wont ya pack your bags
  And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
  Just one kiss from you my brother and well ride until we fall
  Well sleep in the fields, well sleep by the rivers
  And in the morning well make a plan
  Well, if you cant make it
  Stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive
  If you can
  And meet me in a dream of this hard land