Hey there mister can you tell me
  What happened to the seeds I've sown
  Can you give me a reason, sir, as to why they've never grown
  They've just blown around from town to town
  Back out on these fields
  Where they fall from my hand
  Back into the dirt of this hard land
    Well me and my sister
  From Germantown we did ride
  We made our bed, sir
  From the rock on the mountainside
  We been blowin' around from town to town
  Lookin' for a place to stand
  Where the sun burst through the clouds and fall like a circle
  A circle of fire down on this hard land
    Now even the rain it don't come 'round
  Don't come 'round here no more
  And the only sound at night's the wind
  Slammin' the back porch door
  Yeah it stirs you up like it wants to blow you down
  Twistin' and churnin' up the sand
  Leavin' all them scarecrows lyin' facedown
  In the dirt of this hard land
    From a building up on the hill
  I can hear a tape deck blastin' "Home on the Range"
  I can hear them Bar-M choppers
  Sweepin' low across the plains
  It's me and you, Frank, we're lookin' for lost cattle
  Our hooves twistin' and churnin' up the sand
  We're ridin' in the whirlwind searchin' for lost treasure
  Way down south of the Rio Grande
  We're ridin' 'cross that river in the moonlight
  Up onto the banks of this hard land
    Hey, Frank, won't you pack your bags
  And meet me tonight down at Liberty Hall
  Just one kiss from you, my brother
  And we'll ride until we fall
  Well sleep in the fields
  We'll sleep by the rivers
  And in the morning we'll make a plan
  Well if you can't make it stay hard, stay hungry, stay alive if you can
  And meet me in a dream of this hard land