Eight generations, working this farm
Scratched out a living, working dusk till dawn
Wheeling & dealing, trading for free
Making decisions for a better life for our family
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what they were fighting for
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what life had in store
My son's in the city, there's no money there
He's searching for freedom, he's screaming for air
I'm lonely and aching, waiting my time
The banks putting pressure on, pushed me to the end of the line
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what they were fighting for
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what life had in store
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what they were fighting for
Sometimes I wonder
Hey
Sweat & blood was poured in this land
Sometimes a father must take a stand
And give back what he was given
You wont take our land
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what they were fighting for
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what life had in store
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what they were fighting for
Sometimes I wonder, if they knew, what life had in store