Farm On The Freeway
Words and Music by Ian Anderson
(c) 1987 by Salamander & Son Music, Ltd.
Arrangement by J.P. Befumo 2008
Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire,
Laid by the father for the son.
Good shelter down there on the valley floor,
Down by where the sweet stream run.
Now they might give me compensation.
That's not what I'm chasin’, I was a rich man be-fore yesterday.
Now all I have got is a checque and a pickup truck,
And I left my farm on the free-way.
They're busy building airports on the south side,
Silicon chip fact'ry on the east.
And the big road's pushing through along the valley floor.
Hot machine pouring six lanes at the very least.
Now, they say they gave me compensation.
That's not what I'm chasin’. I was a rich man before yesterday.
Now all I have left is a broken down pickup truck.
Looks like my farm is a freeway.
They forgot they told us what this old land was for.
Grow two tons the acre boy, between the stones.
This was no South fork, it was no Ponderosa.
But it was the place that I called home.
They say they gave me compensation.
That's not what I'm chasin’. I was a rich man before yesterday.
And what do I want with a million dollars and a pickup truck,
When I left my farm under the freeway?
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