Junction, Texas 1978 Testo

There's a hole in your plan And it's hard to see I don't trust all your talk And your sympathy When you first came around And impressed all the farmers They were struck by your smile And your promise of better days Oh, the storm hit us hard And it left us weak We can't pay for the loss And we have to eat But this land is our soul And our soul can't be traded For the trinkets you hold over hope That has faded Our despair has created a life That we hate to live Give us time, give us time All we need is time We're in shock We're confused and we ache inside But this land is our soul And our soul can't be traded So we'll try to hang on And we'll see sadness fade Through despair we'll create a new life That we love to live