Story Behind The Song
Born in the country, I watched my family and friends lose their land after falling on hard times.
Song Description
The government needs to mandate flex fuel cars. This will jumpstart the growing of american corn in a big way for the production of E-85...ethanol.
| Song Length |
4:08 |
Genre |
Country - General |
| Language |
English |
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Lyrics
MISTY MORNING
Another misty morning in the blueridge mountain state,
Biscuits and gravy, are served up on my plate.
The sun not yet risen, but the work day has begun,
This is the life for us farmers, a father and his sons.
Sixteen hours on the tractor in the heat,
But this is the life we love, could?nt stand that old concrete.
The smell of earth turning, brings me close to God?s own heart.
By the grace of his hand, this is our land, and I?m proud to do my part.
Chorus
It was my grandpa?s land, he left it to his sons.
It will be mine someday, then my sons after me.
It?s a legacy
Sunday evening, we all gather in the yard.
Send up a prayer of thanks, and play a hand of cards.
Old glory flying, from a flagpole on the barn,
Men have fought and died, with American pride,
to keep this place from harm.
One day a stranger pulled up in a plain white car,
he was?nt smiling, as he walked across the yard.
As he took those last few steps, a sense of dread arose,
He said I?m sorry boys, we had no choice,
The bank has done foreclosed.
Second chorus
I heard my momma cry, saw heartbreak in daddy?s eyes.
I threw my hands in the air, the stranger just stood and stared.
I heard my momma cry, saw heartbreak in daddy?s eyes.
The stranger just stood and stared.
Another misty morning in the blueridge mountain state,
Momma died last winter, no one knows of daddy?s fate.
He took to drinking, he?s been seen from time to time,
with a paper bag, dressed in rags, down at the county foodstamp line.
And I moved down to Charlestown, and I work the second shift.
I just got to wonder, when my mind begins to drift.
Why this great country, has to tear the very thread,
Of what made us strong, it won?t be long, and we?ll all be left for dead.
Repeat both choruses
Words and music by Warren Halstead...copywrite..2002