A Month of Sundays



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 this great land
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 farmin’ then
banks back then was lendin’ money
the banker was the farmer’s friend
And I’ve seen dog days and dusty days,
Late spring snow and early fall sleet
I’ve held the leather reins in my hands
I’ve felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes and the cold war
it’s been hard to make ends meet
but i always kept the clothes on our backs
I always put the shoes on our feet

Grandson, he comes home from college and says,
“we get the government we deserve”
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 the suburbs
and look out across these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass
and all night I listen to the rushin’ of the wheels

The big boys, they all got computers
got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
that was all I ever knew
And now it all comes down to numbers
now I’m glad that i have quit
folks these days just don’t do nothin’
simply for the love of it

I went into town of the fourth of July
watched ’em parade past the Union Jack
watched ’em break out the brass and beat on the drum
one step forward and two steps back
and I saw a sign on easy street,
said “be prepared to stop”
pray for the independent little man
or I don’t see next year’s crop
and I sit here on the back porch in the twilight
and I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
but the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I it here and listen to the clock strike,
and I wonder when I’ll see my companion again

Don Henley
“A Month Of Sundays”

What an amazing song.

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