Jayber Crow - Panic Of 1837 текст песни

Let us sing of sandy soil,
Of virgin prairie left unspoiled,
And all the tallgrass dyin' when winter came.

Comin' back up in the spring,
To die again, O, let us sing;
Tell you now, boy, that's how the world was made.

But oh dear,
John Deere,
Headed west across the land;
Oh dear,
John Deere,
Some things you give you cannot get back again.
Some things you give you cannot get back again.

So let us sing of the frontier,
Of what unlucky pioneers,
For she was fertile, but she would not plow.

Johnny came to make a name;
Thought of a plow so scouring;
They sunk it in, son, she went quietly,
They tore it up, man, as far as eyes could see,
And they sent it down Mississippi River, whoa!

Oh dear,
John Deere,
Sank the steel into the land;
Oh dear,
John Deere,
Some things you give you cannot get back again.
Some things you give you cannot get back again.
Some things you give you cannot get back again.
Some things you give you cannot get back again.