Looking back a hundred years   On daughters and sons of the land   Who're standing here holding a fistful of dirt   Watching it slip through my hands.      See the field of sweat and tears   Where we labored in love   We cussed the wind and we prayed for rain   But never thought of giving it up.      Oh, down on the farm   Oh, somebody's dreams are ending   When a way of life can be auctioned off   There's more than one fence that needs mending.      It looks like to me this country still needs   A muscle and two strong arms   If we can send a man up to the moon   We can keep a man down on the farm.      Starring out of this factory window   Trying to make sense of it all   I remember on this very spot corn standing ten feet tall   America, America, who do we blame it on?   It was only the family fund, who really cares if it's gone.      Oh, down on the farm   Oh, somebody's dreams are ending   When a way of life can be auctioned off   There's more than one fence that needs mending.      It looks like to me this country still needs   A muscle and two strong arms   If we can send a man up to the moon   We can keep a man down on the farm.      America, America, who do we blame it on?...