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I was talkin' to a farmer not long ago
His face was all brown and wrinkled and his hair was as white as snow
I'd gone for a drive out in the country when i stopped at his place
When i first stopped and spoke to him
He said don't i know you you look familiar to me
He sat there for a minute and said yeah i know you
I listen to you on the radio and watch you on tv
Then he started to tell me about his farm
And his voice got real soft with a gentle tone
He said this little ol' farm has sent five kids through school
And for 48 years it's been my home
The wife and i bought this place when we first got married
She was just 18 and i was 21
We raised all of our five children right here
Sent 'em through school and onto college our four girls and one son
I asked him what he thought about things today
All the prices and everything seem so high
He said well i sorta leave that to someone else
Cause i figure that nearly everything kinda even's out in the end i'll tell you why
You see i raise the corn fatten the hogs take 'em into town
Then i take the money that the hogs bring
And buy me some new seeds to plant in the ground
Then i raise the wheat that makes the flour to feed my wife and me
I raise the hay too feeds them cows out there to give us the milk we need
So i leave the price fixin' and things like that to someone else you see
Cause i got all that i can do just taking care of this place
And bein' an american farmer is what god wanted me to be
Then he said i enjoy talkin' to you porter
But i'd better be back to work now i reckon you take care