Last Of A Dying Breed Lyrics - Neil Young

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 

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