40 Acres

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Straight out of high school married in the fall The whole town turned out said we had it all I was your captain, You were my queen. We bought a small farm in the middle of nowhere Didn’t have a clue what we were doing there All by our lonesomes in Athens, Tennessee. John Deere can’t pull us out of this hole. There ain’t a combine that can reap what we’ve sewn. We just keep plowing through and never gaining ground We’ll need more than 40 acres to turn this thing around Well that first year was crazy – the crops never came If it wasn’t for the dry spell I’d have been the one to blame And those bills were piling up higher than the sugar cane. John Deere can’t pull us out of this hole. There ain’t a combine that can reap what we’ve sewn. We just keep plowing through and never gaining ground We’ll need more than 40 acres to turn this thing around Whatever happened to all of our dreams Just a year ago we were busting at the seams The only thing that we’ve grown is the distance between you and me. John Deere can’t pull us out of this hole. There ain’t a combine that can reap what we’ve sewn. We just keep plowing through and never gaining ground We’ll need more than 40 acres to turn this thing around