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

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