disappearing farmer

Lyrics

i remember grandpa standing over by the gate, his eyes turned up to heaven, wondering why the rain was late, and it seems so sad to look back now and see him lying there, in a $500 casket with the dirt still in his hand, it's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away, like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday, makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind, and all he knows is dominoes and some close, old wrinkled friends, grandpa saw it comin', of that there ain't no doubt, with the bankers on his doorstep and a cotton killin' drought, but he was a kind and and he was a gentle man until the bitter end, and he was smilin' on his deathbed, glad he hadn't sold out to them, now a modern two lane blacktop runs across the old homeplace, and the man that ran the graveyard didn't recognize my face, and the ground beneath seems drier now, my god, when will it rain, and pushing pretty flowers around my grandpa's grave, it's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away, like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday, makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind, and all he knows is dominoes and some close, old wrinkled friends, and it's a sad truth when the wind can blow a man's whole away, like it strips the topsoil from the ground where the corn grew yesterday, makes him a disappearing farmer 'cause his dreams rode with that wind.