some for later Here's a portion, ayo Show, kick the flavor Record labels try and juice me, for what? For my papers The offer me a mule and what else? And 40 acres
Touch me now, touch me The black acres are claiming me They're claiming me Touch me now, touch me The black acres are claiming me They're claiming me Black acres
dead acres set us apart light years away our self consciousness ties the knot to the rope that keeps the distance my emotions pull me from every direction
When I feel like I might fall Underneath the pressure of it all I think of you, and it's alright When it's dark beyond the door and shadows trace my
things that keep in a jar You bury your dreams or you wish on a star for an ocean line ticket back to where you were born Away from these hard times and the acres
Turned off the TV, sat down to dinner Phone rang, we were saying grace Grandma died left us sixty acres The last of the old home place Sixty acres up
country and buying some land And I'll be alright if I can rest at night Knowing my children got land to stand on Ache'n for acres plenty of acres Money
I got a hundred and sixty acres in the valley Got a hundred and sixty acres of the best Got an old stove there that'll cook three square And a bunk where
Green Acres is the place to be Farm livin' is the life for me Land spreadin' out so far and wide Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside New York
Green acres is the place for me. Farm livin' is the life for me. Land spreadin' out so far and wide Keep Manhattan, just give me that countryside.
the twist with heartbreak Big brother won't like it 'Cause you're one of life's takers Go tell the Spartans We're on Hell's eight acres Walked with
Look who's advertising, billboards everywhere "See Hellacious Acres, your tailor made nightmare" Traffic is backed up for miles Attendants welcome you
There's 40 acres and redemption to be found Just along down the way There is a place where no plow blade has turned the ground And you will turn it over
You know I ran across an old box of letters While I was baggin' up some clothes for goodwill Imagine you know I had to laugh that the same old struggles
Is this the strange feeling Of you working all to good 'Cause I am so confused I don't even ask for what I should When I asked for and deserved a stone
Without face Without mind Without dreams Without memory There is no morning sun No falling rain For acres of skin There is no morning sun No falling rain For acres
blue hare races Come with me to the winged isle Northern father's western child Where the dance of ages is playing still Through far marches of acres
, she will sing oh, to You She will sing as in the days of youth As You lead her away to valleys low To acres of hope, acres of hope Here in the valley
