[ country blues ] Click Here for Free Song Download We were bold in our innocence, brave wild and free We had our own rhyme and reason of how things were to be We wanted our freedom and shot way past the moon Now we still sing our anthem but our heart's out of tune We rode Ezekiel’s wheel---Elijah’s chariot through the fire From sea to shining sea we filled up our heart's desire We plowed fields of plenty under freedom’s great rainbow Oh, why did you leave me, where did you ever go? America, America, our greed lies exposed Inner cities are wasteland, the heartland is foreclosed Is the great harvest ending?--These cruel winds of change blow Oh America, America, we'll reap what we sow We rode Ezekiel’s wheel---Elijah’s chariot through the fire From sea to shining sea we filled up our heart’s desire We plowed fields of plenty under freedom’s great rainbow Oh why did you leave me, where did you ever go? Is the great harvest ending?--These cruel winds of change blow America, why did you leave me, where did you ever go? * Farm Aid * Inspired by Frank Johnson, family farmer; Walker County, Alabama.
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