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In the bright morning sun, June of Twenty Nine
The wife, seven kids and I standing in a line
to board the train for Maryland, leaving Tennessee
On the way from where I was to what I want to be

It ain’t easy feeding children when the chestnut trees have died
Corn is just too hard to grow on a mountain side
A land of pleasant living is waiting for us there
Beyond the last rolling hill, just west of Delaware

Bring us home to where you know we belong
Take the chance, We are with you right or wrong
We all ride on the dream(s) you have born
May we live to see your endless fields of corn

A little house stood by the tracks where we could settle in
Working on the Mitchell farm, the pride of Perryman
We’d plow, plant and harvest through the laughter and the tears
Helped to feed the country through the great depression years