verse 1
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There's a little white note
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on the gate by the road
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that a man put up yesterday
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And when we saw it,
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we all ran out
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just to see what it had to say.
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And when we read it,
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our eyes filled with tears,
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and they fell to the cold, hard clay
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Something about a mortgage,
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something about foreclosure,
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something about failing to pay.
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Oh, and on the post by the
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general store,
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they put up a little sign
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An auction sale
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day after tomorrow
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at the end of the Lincoln Line
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Thirty years of farming,
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thirty years of heartache,
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thirty years of day to day
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking
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the day the farm was auctioned,
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there was nothing left to say.
verse 2
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Oh, my mama's tears fell
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freely down
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as she walked amongst the flowers in the yard
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And every number
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the auctioneer called
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was like a blow to her precious heart
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And every number
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the auctioneer called
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meant another thing was sold that day
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'Til everything was auctioned,
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and we stood there watching
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as they loaded it and drove it away.
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Oh, and on the post by the
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general store,
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they put up a little sign
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An auction sale
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day after tomorrow
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at the end of the Lincoln Line
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Thirty years of farming,
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thirty years of heartache,
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thirty years of day to day
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking
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the day the farm was auctioned,
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there was nothing left to say.
Instrumental
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verse 3
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At the day's first dawning,
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we awoke this morning,
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there was nothing for us to do,
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Nothing in the granary,
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no hay in the mow,
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no cattle, no tractor, no tools.
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So we loaded up the car,
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took the clothes that we wore
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and a few things we managed to save.
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Mama read from the Book,
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we took one last look,
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and then we drove away.
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Oh, and on the post by the
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general store,
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they put up a little sign
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An auction sale
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day after tomorrow
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at the end of the Lincoln Line
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Thirty years of farming,
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thirty years of heartache,
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thirty years of day to day
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking
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the day the farm was auctioned,
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there was nothing left to say.
Outro
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Oh, my daddy stopped talking
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the day the farm was auctioned,
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there was nothing left to say.