Neil Young
"Last Of A Dying Breed"


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
Cuz 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

Don't say much for the future when a family can't survive