Mud-covered cornfields starin' out my back door. The barn's leaning over now and that deer don't run no more. So much life before, now that dream is gone.
Around the time of the second world war. A new kind of man came through the door. "I ain't looking for food. I'm looking for work. Not afraid to sweat - digging in the dirt.
Somewhere south of winslow the road went right and I went left. Nothin' out my window but desert, dirt, and death. From outta nowhere stood an angel from up in the air.