The Farm

We moved to Amarillo Dad had bought a farm Chickens, pigs and a milk cow In a big red painted barn Just twenty seven acres Of irrigated land With a windmill and a water tank And a pump you did by hand The barn was huge one The loft had hardwood floors Made to hold barn dances That didn’t happen anymore My bro and I discovered The loft’s the place to play Especially for roller skating Which we did most every day We got to make some money If we could raise a crop We sold green onions, by the bunch Then took our money to the shop Two Winchester rifles Both 22 single shot That was what we wanted That what we got Memories of my farming years Are precious as can be So many stories I could tell About my brother and me