Story Behind The Song

Friend is a farmer who couldn't compete with large farming operations

Song Description

Also speaks in a broader sense to the loss of individual enterprise in the country

Lyrics

I left the Country, those winding, climbing roads
But I can?t lose the feeling of Country in my soul
My good friend lives there, the land he works he owns
The fields he?s rolling on are his pot of gold

Is the Country dying, can it be taken away?
The farmer he is trying to make the Country.

Those rows of green corn, amber waves of grain
Are feeding you and me and nations I can?t name
The endless hours, a true labor of love
They?re losing ground to corporate farmers
You?ve been hearing of

CHORUS

Years from now when children
Study the family farm
And pay the price of progress
While we assess the harm

I left the Country, all God?s scenery
just won?t look the same in the coming century.

CHORUS
?can it be taken away?
The family farmer?s trying to make the Country.