Don Henley – A Month Of Sundays (Live) letras

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 felt the soft ground under my feet Between… Read More

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