We actually ended up with two versions of the idea...to only allude to death while writing about buying the farm.

So here's the other version.


Buy a farm
© 2016 Michael LeBlanc and John Voorpostel


I have a dream to grow old, buy a farm
Live a little bit of that country charm
It's a wonderful gift, what a place to live
Keeps on giving to me every dawn

Want my days to end, on my own piece of land
I know that I can find it just around the bend
Where the corn grows tall, every spring to fall
Then the reaper comes out to cut it all down

I want to buy a farm
I want to buy a farm
Singing old time, good time songs
Every night when the sun goes down

I said I'm ready to work, to buy a farm
I know there's always gonna be a lot going on
Lots of time to get lazy when I'm pushing up daisies
In the meantime I know what I want

Some chickens, a rooster and a pot bellied pig
Mending lots of fences there is never an end to this
Working and straining ‘till the light is fading
Long as the reaper lets me live

I want to buy a farm
I want to buy a farm
Singing old time, good time songs
Every night when the sun goes down

A man came by and said "don't fret on working every acre"
"That's too intense and in the end, when all your energy is spent
you'll only meet your maker"

I want to buy a farm
I want to buy a farm
Singing old time, good time songs
At our front porch marathon
It's a shindig sing along
Every night when the sun goes down

If writing ever becomes work I think I'm going to have to stop