Thirty Years Of Farming - Ver 2

C F C There's a little white note on the gate by the road that a man put up yesterday, D G G7 And when we saw it we all ran out just to see what it had to say, C F C And when we read it our eyes filled with tears and they fell to the cold, hard clay. G C Something 'bout a mortgage, something 'bout foreclosure, something about failing to pay. F C Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign: D G G7 An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane. C F C Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day. G C Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say. C F C Oh, my mama's tears fell freely down as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard D G G7 And every number the auctioneer called was like a blow to her precious heart C F C And every number the auctioneer called meant another thing was sold that day G C 'Til everything was auctioned, and we stood there watching as they loaded it and drove it away. F C Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign: D G G7 An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane. C F C Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day. G C Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say. C F C C D G G7 C F C C G C C F C At the day's first dawning, we woke this morning, there was nothing for us to do. D G G7 Nothing in the granary, no hay in the meadow, no cattle, no tractor, no tools. C F C So we loaded up the car with the clothes that we wore and a few things we managed to save. G C Mama read from the Book, we took one last look, and then we drove away. F C Oh and, on the post by the general store they put up a little sign: D G G7 An auction sale - day after tomorrow - at the end of the Lincoln Lane. C F C Thirty years of farming, thirty years of heartache, thirty years of day to day. G C Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say. G C Oh, my daddy stopped talking, the day the farm was auctioned, there was nothing left to say.