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A Month of Sundays letra
I used to work for Harvester
I used to use my hands
I used to make the tractors and the
combines that plowed and harvested this
great land
Now I see my handiwork on the block
everywhere I turn
And I see the clouds cross the weathered
faces and I watch the harvest burn
I quit the plant in '57
Had some time for farmin' then
Banks back then was lendin' money
The banker was the farmer's friend
And I've seen dog days and dusty days;
Late spring snow and early fall sleet;
I've held the leather reins in my hands
and I've felt the soft ground under my feet
Between the hot, dry weather and the taxes
and the Cold War it's been hard to make
ends meet
But I always kept the clothes on out backs;
I always put the shoes on our feet
My grandson, he comes home from college
He says, "We get the government we
deserve."
My son-in-law just shakes his head and says,
"That little punk, he never had to serve."
And I sit here in the shadow of the suburbs
and look out across these empty fields
I sit here in earshot of the bypass and all
night I listen to the rushin' of the wheels
The big boys, they all got computers:
got incorporated, too
Me, I just know how to raise things
That was all I ever knew
Now, it all comes down to numbers
Now I'm glad that I have quit
Folks these days just don't do nothin'
simply for the love of it
I went into town of the Fourth of July
Watched 'em parade past the Union Jack
Watched 'em break out the brass and beat
on the drum
One step forward and two steps back
And I saw a sign on Easy Street,
said "Be Prepared to Stop."
Pray for the Independent , little man
I don't see next year's crop
And I sit here on the back porch in the
twilight
And I hear the crickets hum
I sit and watch the lightning in the distance
but the showers never come
I sit here and listen to the wind blow
I sit here and rub my hands
I it here and listen to the clock strike,
and I wonder when I'll see my
companion again
Don Henley - Letras
- A Month of Sundays
- All She Wants To do Is Dance
- Annabel
- Boys Of Summer
- Building the Perfect Beast
- Come Rain or Come Shine
- Damn It, Rose
- Dirty Laundry
- Drivin' With Your Eyes Closed
- Everybody Knows
- Everything Is Different Now
- For My Wedding
- Gimme What You Got
- Goodbye To A River
- How Bad Do You Want It?
- I Can't Stand Still
- I Will Not Go Quietly
- If Dirt Were Dollars
- Inside Job
- Johnny Can't Read
- Land of the Living
- Leather And Lace
- Lilah
- Little Tin God
- Long Way Home
- Love Rules
- Man With A Mission
- Miss Ghost
- My Thanksgiving
- New York Minute
- Nobody Else In The World But You
- Nobody's Business
- Not Enough Love In The World
- Shakey Ground
- Shangri-La
- She's on the Zoom
- Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough
- Sunset Grill
- Take a Picture Of This
- Taking You Home
- Talking to the Moon
- That Old Flame (with Martina McBride)
- The Boys Of Summer
- The End Of The Innocence
- The Garden Of Allah
- The Genie
- The Heart Of The Matter
- The Last Worthless Evening
- The Unclouded Day
- Them and Us
- They're Not Here, They're Not Coming
- This Love
- Through Your Hands
- Walkaway Joe
- Watching TV
- Workin' It
- You Better Hang Up
- You Can't Make Love
- You Don't Know Me At All
- You're Not Drinkin' Enough
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