Truckstop Souvenir: Music

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The first song we have ever co-written, written for a documentary on small farmers by Try This Films, tentatively scheduled for release in 2011.

Chorus:
All the old timers say it ain't like it used to be
A patch of land, a little sweat was all you'd need
Now it's "get big or get out", that's all we're ever told
But I can't do neither, this is what I know.

I tried my hand at other things
Been lost along the way
Found myself back here again
I believe I'll stay
'Cause the waters that run through this land,
Well they carry me a song
I've heard it all my life
I sing it all day long

Chorus

Hit the gravel running
On the day I turned eighteen
Empty skies over endless fields
And nothing in between
But the concrete and the blacktop
Don't like my worn out boots
So they carried me back home to you
And what I know to be true

Chorus

We split our time along thin lines
And stay up way too late
The rooster crows, the whistle blows
It's time to start the day
I wouldn't trade the long hot day
Working our own land
For anything that didn't come
From the labor of these hands

Chorus