Letter from the county farm, letter from the county farm   And the wind it has been blowin'   Its 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 sherrif has been messing with out 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 knowwhat 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 thatt ain't where its 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.      (Burdon, Gordon)