“ THE MAN WHO BOUGHT THE FARM “
He said a train, would come right through, our farm of 80 years …
But when he said, we’d have to leave, my Mary wept no tears …
He said he’d come, with lots of gold, and papers we would sign…
Then turned his back… and walked away… paying us no mind…
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Off to sleep my Mary went, her gown of tattered lace …
A funny twinkle in her eye’s, a smile on her face …
I guess it must be time to go, the last words she had said …
For on the following morning, I found her cold and dead…
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I wrap her in her favorite drapes… her pillow for her head…
I put her in a wheel barrel… and roll near the shed…
I dig a hole wide and deep… then sit to take a rest…
And as I turn… I see the man… In his fancy vest…
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He brought his gifts… as he said… three spikes of solid gold !
I sign his dirty paper work… and then the farm was sold…
What happened to your wife, he asks … I said, she died in bed…
Then I took that golden spike … And drove it in his head…
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I watch the blood run down his face… and on that fancy vest…
Then I took another spike… and stuck it in his chest…
Falling down … upon his face … I’m sure his world went black…
But then I took that final stake… and drove it in his back…
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I had to laugh… This man is dead… I know he meant no harm…
He was just a simple man…
The man… who bought… the farm…
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RSL
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