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Neil Young - LAST OF A DYING BREED
I hate to say the farmer
Was the last of a dying breed
Living off the land
And taking what he needs
Don't say much for the future
When a family can't survive
I'd hate to say the farmer
Was the last of his kind.
In the struggle for power
Not one man's voice was sound
But the foundation of the conglomerate
Is firmly in the ground.
Yeah, we want to feed the world
But for power and for greed
And they'll cut off the supply
Until they get what they need.
Well, I'd hate to say the farmer
Was the last of a dying breed
Living off the land
And taking what he needs.
Don't say much for the future
When a family can't survive.
I'd hate to say the farmer
Was the last of his kind.
They'll be ploughing down the White House
And be planting for next year.
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