letter from the country farm

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letter from the county farm, letter from the county farm, and the wind it has been blowin', it's been blowin' so strong, they're afraid to raise the flag 'less it gets torn to shreds, but god forbid the wind should ever stop blowin', but if it did, i'm sure we'd all fall down, but sometimes it isn't windy, like last february, i remember it snowed, and a week later it hailed, and now it looks like raining, now it looks like raining, i'm convinced that what makes the rain and hail so heavy over here, is that the sheriff has been messing without minds, handin' out questionnaries to the pris'ners who are blind, to the pris'ners who are blind, let me tell you one thing new at the county farm, they've got muzak in the fields, which makes this life of mine a little more unreal, a little more unreal, but i wish they'd kill the sounds, i wish they'd kill the sounds, you don't know what it's like to hear debussy in a california prison field, and i love, i love to sing while i'm workin', i love to sing while i'm workin', and the wind has been blowin', and the wind has been blowin', i've given up reading for a time and taken up other pastimes, such as watchin' winos gum their food and epileptics havin' bad times, more frequently i've been lost in this game, and it looks like they're gonna make a crim'nal out of me, a criminal out of me, but those guys who are down on me winnin', lord knows, they take the game so seriously, but what hurts me more, burts me more than anything, is when i get your mail, when i get your mail, they've cut you, they've cut out the parts and the words that have feeling, so i'm left with only part of you, i say i'm only left with part of you, and the wind has been blowin', and the wind has been blowin', oh, play your guitar, baby, play your guitar, baby, get me off this farm, baby, take me away. and apart from all this crap there is some peace and quiet, except for the screws grumbling and mumbling and calling me a long hair, i wouldn't mind, but they cut my hair quite some time ago, they cut it off when i first came here, which tells me indo-china is really here behind this wire, and it soon will be dying engulfed in their own fire, in their own fire, in fact, they tell me that a boy like me shouldn't think like that, but this is murder and everybody accepts that, lord knows, they all accept it, and everybody knows that ain't where it's at, so take care, pray for rain and maybe i'll see you, visiting hours next week, and when the screw, when the screw says no touching, lord knows, i'll turn the other cheek