Letras
Empty hands, empty barn, nothin' left to show,
Worked this land all my life, now I got nowhere to go.
Bills on the table, but the money's all gone,
Just me and the wind, and the night rollin' on.
My plow's in the shed, my seed's in the ground,
But there ain't no crew, no help to be found.
Crops standin' tall, but they're wastin' away,
While the suits in the city turn night into day.
Empty hands, empty barn, not a bale in sight,
I'm losin' this fight in the cold moonlight.
Empty hands, empty barn, just a lonesome song,
Been workin' too hard for it all to go wrong.
My daddy built this place with calloused hands,
Mama cooked our meals from the work of the land.
Now the bank man's knockin', says, "It's time you decide,"
But there ain't nothin' left on my whole damn side.
I walk through the stalls, hear the echo call back,
Where the horses once stood, it's just dust on the track.
Can't feed my family, can't pay my dues,
I'm down to my knees with these empty barn blues.
Empty hands, empty barn, not a bale in sight,
I'm losin' this fight in the cold moonlight.
Empty hands, empty barn, just a lonesome song,
Been workin' too hard for it all to go wrong.