Where do we go from here?
Like my daddy before me cried,
the tractor dust in the northern sky,
Government has put me on a program,
He asked me if I'm happy, I said, no, man.
Grandpa'd rather die than
Mama, put your red dress on.
Go to town, we'll sing a song.
Where do we go from here?
They sang about the days gone by,
times were good, the corn was high,
Government put me on a program,
I must learn to live within
You ask me if I'm happy, I say no, man
Grandpa'd rather die than
Farmer sows, the farmer reaps.
Praise the God while the chil
Where do we go from here?
Like my daddy before me crying,
tractor dust in the northern sky,