Well I hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed   Living off the land and taking what he needs   Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive   I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind      In the struggle for parity, not one man's voice can sound   'cause the foundation of the conglomerate is firmly in the ground   Yeah they wanna feed the world, but for power and for greed   Then they'll cut off the supply until they get what they need      Well I dreamed I saw a dustbowl where the farmers used to live   Earth was flying thru the sky, it had nothing left to give   Tractors were burning on the white house lawn   Just woke up one morning and the farmers all were gone      Well I hate to say the farmer was the last of a dying breed   Living off the land and taking what he needs   Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive   I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind      Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive   I hate to say the farmer was the last of his kind