Lyrics:

I worked the land to raise a family
Till I was weary to the bone
But hard labor never bothered me
Lord it's all i've ever know
Too many seasons of calamity
And too much interest on a loan
I'm half the size that I used to be
And half of that is stoned
The crops aint' worth the seeding
Timber only gets you fire
The last hog I'ma feeding
I can hardly keep him alive
I got to do what I can to survive
I know the law won't be forgiving
But that will be the choice I make
I used to farm for a living
And now i'm in the growing trade
The summer beauty of the cotton field
Was like a view from heaven's door
My granddaddy said that harvest time
Was what the good lord made us for
I gues you'd wonder where's the dignity
In a crop you raise to burn
But this land is my legacy
I got nowhere else to turn
A shot gun on my shoulder
Where a tow sack ought to be
The thieves are getting bolder
And the feds may be wise to me
I got to quit this eventually
I know the law won't be forgiving
But that will be the choice I make
I used to farm for a living
And now i'm in the growing trade
Helicopters in the distance
Coming closer every day
There gonna meet some resistance
Ain't no price too big to pay
There won't be any difference
When they take it all away
Between the cop in the jailhouse
And a bed beneath the clay
I guess there's nothing to do now but pray
I know the law won't be forgiving
But that will be the choice I make
I used to farm for a living
And now i'm in the growing trade
I used to farm for a living
And now i'm in the growing trade