Gord Bamford Where A Farm Used To Be
There's a new Walmart just down the road
Across the street from Home Depot
I can't hear Dick Groombs rooster crow
From the horns blowing, big wheels rolling
Traffic jams coming and going
Got a discount liquor and a skateboard shop
A five day Jiffy Lube garage
A 10 acre blacktop parking lot
A bunch of wild women window shopping
A drive through bank and a Baskin Robbins
Where a farm used to be as far as you can see
And those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait
Yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow
If he poked his head down through them clouds
And saw what was growing in his field of dreams
Taking over like thistle weeds
Where a farm used to be
My daddy said back in 69
It was old grain trucks and combines
Crickets singing in the moonshine
In your jeans and boots, campfire songs
Now it's urban jungle and lineal
Where a farm used to be as far as you can see
And those wheat rows and cylos drew wind through Bevys strait
Yeah and Old MacDonald would have a cow
If he poked his head down through them clouds
And saw what was growing in his field of dreams
Takin over like thistle weeds
Where a farm used to be
Well and Old MacDonald would have a cow
If he poked his head down through them clouds
And saw what was growing in his field of dreams
Takin over like thistle weeds
Where a farm used to be
Where a farm used to be
