Dan Fogelberg Faces Of America
There was a time A simpler time When a man could be sure of where he stood I used to work at the yard Working honest and hard The hours were long but the pay was good I had a family and friends So many friends We'd drive to the lake on holidays Back then it wasn't so dear For a sandwich or beer At night I still dream I can see their faces Certain things that you depend upon There are places that you know And the faces of America Oh, where did they go? Where did they go? I was born on a farm A midwestern farm I rode on the tractor with my dad And though we never had much It was always enough And we made the best of what we had Then came four years of drought And the bottom dropped out My father was broken like the rest I can still see his hands Signing over his lands And the bankers grow fat on the flesh of the dispossessed Certain things that you depend upon There are places I can go I sift the ashes of America For someplace I used to (someplace I used to) Someplace I used to (someplace I used to) Someplace I used to know There was a time A simpler time When a man could be sure of where he stood I used to work at the yard Working honest and hard The hours were long but the pay was oh so good Certain things that you depend upon I used to think were guaranteed Like the right of every man to work And feed his family And feed his family And the faces of America Seem so distant and estranged Have their eyes become too blind to see How much their hearts have changed? (how much their hearts) How much their hearts have changed? (how much their hearts) How much their hearts have changed?
